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"We were together thirteen years. Seeing me and my parents like this, you don't care?"
His words were laughable—he dared talk about feelings!
"Not only do I not care, I'm thrilled! Evil gets what it deserves. Watching you turn on each other makes me happy!"
Choked, he snapped," Who are you calling dogs?"
When he raised his hand, I pointed at the police in the yard."Dare hit me in front of them?"
He gritted his teeth, lowering his hand.
My in-laws begged me to return, saying the Thompsons needed me, promising I'd call the shots if I remarried.
"I've had enough of your family's nonsense for thirteen years! Our son—you keeping him? If not, I'm taking him. We're done talking!"
My in-laws yanked him back, terrified I'd take him.
"He's the Thompson heir—you can't have him!"
Ignoring his cries, they dragged him away.
Robert grabbed my hand. But I shook him off.
Eyes bloodshot, he roared," No remarriage, huh? You'll regret it! Think your money makes you something? I'll ruin you!"
"Bring it on!"
I turned and left.
Days later, Robert flooded my live-stream's comments, twisting facts, painting me as a money-grubbing wife who abandoned her family.
Clueless viewers demanded answers, threatening to unfollow if I didn't explain.
I'd hoped for a clean break, but he wouldn't stop.
Luckily, I'd kept the village's uninsured list screenshot.
I posted it in the comments.
The section went quiet.
Unconvinced, Robert claimed it was photoshopped.
As I stayed silent, he got smug, spamming laughing emojis.
"No use whitewashing—you can't! My parents and I gave our all for you. As soon as you made some money, you turned on us. How can someone be so shameless?"
"For our son, I'll forgive you! Come back, remarry, and I'll pretend nothing happened. Life's long—everyone stumbles."
"I know you're not a bad person, just misguided. My parents and I won't hold it against you. We're willing to give you another chance..."
He ranted endlessly.
As viewers started swaying, I calmly picked up my phone.
The screen showed the village group chat.
I'd asked a friend to add me.
I was approved quickly.
The whole village knew Robert hadn't paid his insurance for thirteen years.
One or two witnesses could be called liars, but hundreds, led by the village chief? That was truth.
The viewers fell silent.
Robert went quiet.
Facing the camera with confidence, I said," I have a clear conscience. Robert, we're divorced. Let's move on. Keep this up, and I'm calling the cops."
Comments slamming Robert poured in, drowning out his lies.
Lies don't hold; truth stands firm.
Before the truth, he had nowhere to hide.
Viewers hailed me as a clear-headed heroine, and I gained hundreds of thousands of followers overnight.
Each month, I sent child support to Robert's account on time. We had no further contact.
Later, a village friend said Robert couldn't reclaim his house. He borrowed from uncles to build a small shack on family land, living there with his parents and son.
Jobless, he took odd jobs to get by.
His parents, mocked by the village for mistreating me, hid in the shack, rarely leaving.
Our son wanted to attend a boarding middle school, but Robert couldn't afford it and was too ashamed to face me. He had someone call me.
I drove our son to school on the first day.
He walked ahead, head down, silent.
I knew he resented me, but I didn't mind.
Maybe one day he'd understand my love for him. If not, I'd accept that too.
I settled him in and left.
The sun shone, a breeze brushed my face, and I walked lightly toward my new life.
