The Best Decision

"I’d been married to my husband James for three years. On Valentine’s Day, he gave his stepsister, Mia, one hundred and eighty thousand dollars, along with millions in jewelry.I, on the other hand, received a free bouquet of roses. When I didn’t look thrilled, he accused me of being a gold digger.“Mia never had anyone to care for her growing up. Why are you competing with her? Isn’t being Mrs. Smith enough to feed your vanity?”Furious, I stormed out of the house.When a car lost control and came barreling toward me, he instinctively rushed to protect Mia, who was standing a full ten feet from the road. I was the one who ended up in the hospital.Lying in that bed, I finally gave up. I signed the divorce papers without hesitation.“Giving up the title of Mrs. Smith is the dumbest decision you’ll ever make,” he told me, looking down at me from above before walking away.Seven years later, we met again. He took one glance at my simple dress and laughed out loud.I didn’t bother to respond. I just held my daughter close and waited for her father—the richest man in the city—to arrive."