"You're running away abroad, huh? Look at me—with a husband and a baby on the way. I'm the one who got the last laugh.
"You got divorced, lost the baby, and ended up with nothing. You're basically a joke," Rowena texted.
I smiled and replied, "Get your 'husband' to sign the divorce agreement already. You don't want your baby to be born while he's still married to someone else, making you just the other woman."
Right after I sent the message, my phone started buzzing non-stop.
Rowena blasted me. "You bitch! Who the hell do you think you are, acting all high and mighty? You'd be nothing if you weren't born with a silver spoon and great parents.
"I stole your guy and house—doesn't that make you feel like crap?"
I typed slowly. "I'm not like you, who wasted a good hand. I might not have played mine perfectly, but at least I didn't screw it up."
I switched her to "Do Not Disturb" after that.
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Six months later, my lawyer suddenly reached out, saying things were finally progressing
