After 47 years of marriage, my husband abruptly announced that he wanted a divorce and a chance to live freely. When I, shocked, asked if he was serious, he just gave a smug smile and replied:
“Come on, Nicky! You can’t say you didn’t see this coming. We both know there’s nothing left between us. I don’t want to waste my remaining years sulking around. I want to live, be free, and maybe even find someone… someone gorgeous, who isn’t like you—a dead goat. SO YES, I’M DIVORCING YOU.”
As if that weren’t enough, he proudly informed me that he’d booked himself a trip to Mexico, all paid for from our joint account.
The divorce itself wasn’t shocking — I’d suspected for some time that he was involved with a younger woman, yet I held onto the familiar, even if it meant ignoring his gradual departure. But this last stunt — walking away with our savings and throwing insults — ignited a rage in me I didn’t know I had. So, I devised a plan for revenge that soon had John at my door, begging to return…
A “savage” wife taught her husband a harsh lesson after he left her for a romantic affair with a young brunette.
“Divorce? John, tell me you’re not serious! And what did you say? You want a fair share?”
Nicky burst out, her grip tightening on the arms of her chair as her husband declared he was “tired” of their dull routine and wanted the freedom to live life on his own terms.
John merely smirked.
“Oh, Nicky! It’s not like you didn’t see it coming. Come on. We both know there’s nothing left between us. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life sulking with you. I want to live. Like a free man. And I will find someone—beautiful and gorgeous… who’s not a dead goat like you! So, yes, I am divorcing you.”
“And you think I will let you off the hook so easily? You wish, John!”