My Ex, a Cashier, Started Driving a Sports Car and Wearing Designer Clothes – I Found Out That Money Actually Belonged to Me
My life changed in a supermarket parking lot after my divorce from Michael, which had been finalized about a month earlier. His decision, completely out of the blue, didn’t surprise me—I didn’t fight it. Sometimes people fall out of love.
One random day, while picking up cat food, a flash of white caught my eye. A pristine sports car parked between two sedans, and when the driver’s door opened, I saw Michael. But he was different—dressed in a designer suit and wearing a Rolex, his hair styled. He had been a grocery store cashier, earning barely above minimum wage.
I approached him, and after a brief exchange, he handed me a $100 bill with a smiley face drawn on it—my stomach dropped. It reminded me of my late grandfather, who had once given me cash for my future, though I had refused it.
Later, at Harrison’s office, I learned Michael had likely received that money from Grandpa. Harrison suggested I take legal action, and I met with Logan, a lawyer, who quickly saw the fraud in Michael’s actions.
Logan and I visited Michael in his fancy new apartment, where the confrontation was tense. Logan made it clear that Michael would lose everything unless he returned the money. Defeated, Michael agreed to sell everything and return what he owed.
A year later, I used the money to open a veterinary clinic in Grandpa’s honor. And two years after that, I married Logan, the man who helped me reclaim my life. I still keep a smiley $100 bill in my wallet, a reminder of how far I’ve come.
