The Man She Lost
My best friend, Cassidy Braun, earned a modest monthly salary of 2,800 dollars, only to constantly trash her doting husband with an annual income of 600,000 dollars, labelling him a broke loser.
“That incompetent husband of mine can’t even afford a 20-carat diamond ring!
“I have the looks that can bag me a billionaire. I must have been out of my mind to marry that piece of trash.”
I chimed in. “You’re right. You’re practically a goddess. Only a Greek God stands a chance with you.”
Eventually, Cassidy left her husband and hooked up with a trust-fund kid, just as she wanted.
A year later, she was scammed out of every penny she owned and diagnosed with cancer. Fragile and broken, she came to me.
“I heard that ex-husband of mine remarried and that he’s loaded now. Judging by the way he used to worship the ground I walked on, I bet he’ll drop the woman in a heartbeat if I ask to get back together.”
I gave a dismissive nod while running my fingers along the new Birkin bag my husband had bought. “Oh, absolutely. He’s pretty wealthy now.”