Maybe two years ago, when I had just discovered the truth, I might have felt a bit of satisfaction seeing the person who destroyed my family get her comeuppance.

But now, with my heart completely at peace, I regarded her words as nothing more than trivial street gossip. I took a sip of my warm tea.

The saying, “What goes around comes around,” was true. Daniel was a greedy transactional person who treated women as pawns for his own benefit.

The man who abandoned his devoted wife for a mistress was the same man who could ruthlessly discard that mistress the moment she became a liability.

Chloe had chosen the path of living off a married man’s money. And in the end, she was tripped up by her own dependency.

Their fight now was just a selfish game of shifting blame. Who was right? Who was wrong?

Who was the victim? And who was the fraud?

None of it had anything to do with my life anymore. I had no intention of replying, scolding, or lecturing.

The most painful punishment for traitors is not curses, but indifference. To treat them as strangers, not even worth a thought.

I pressed the delete button, erasing the message from my phone forever. And I immediately added the unfamiliar number to my block list.

I put my phone down on the desk, tucked Lily’s blanket back in, and stretched. Outside, the cold winter wind howled, but inside the small room, it was perfectly warm.

I had completely cleansed those awful people from my mind. Life is short.

I have no time to spare watching the miserable endings of others. My only mission was to live the rest of my life wonderfully for myself.

Time truly flies. Two years had passed since I walked out of the courthouse with my divorce papers.

This spring brought me a great joy. Thanks to my frugal living and performance bonuses, I was finally able to buy a small, sunny condo near my daughter’s preschool.

The two-bedroom home was painted a bright cream color. And on the balcony, I placed a few pots of my favorite moss roses.