Cancer, Cash & Closure

Synopsis

There was a lipstick left on the passenger seat of my husband Curtis Bennett's car. It was a Lancôme lipstick in a shade I'd never seen before. After this day in my previous life, I went from being a respectable, rich wife to a madwoman in the attic. I installed a tracking app on Curtis's phone, hired a private investigator to tail him, and even called the police to catch him at a hotel. I went through every desperate, humiliating thing imaginable. And finally, thanks to all my crazy efforts, I caught Curtis in bed with his secretary, Jessica King, right on our seventh wedding anniversary. After that, our messy divorce exploded into the open. Curtis went after me like I was his sworn enemy and clung to every penny of his fortune. I hunted down every lawyer in town, but in the end, all I got was a pathetic 16 bucks from the whole divorce. But right after the divorce, I was diagnosed with cancer. When the pain was so bad that I thought that I was going to die, I lost all my dignity and groveled at Curtis's feet. Curtis just stood there and let Jessica slap me three times, not even giving me a single cent. In the end, broke and alone, I froze to death right outside the door of the house I'd lived in for seven years. So, this time around, when I saw that same lipstick lying on the passenger seat, I just calmly picked it up and, without a word, tucked it away in the glove compartment for him.