My wife left me and our seven children for a luxurious life with my wealthy best friend. I never tried to get even, not even when she reappeared ten years later. But when she screamed at our youngest daughter for confronting her, I realized I could no longer remain silent.

Vanessa, my ex-wife, wasn’t satisfied.

“That woman’s handbag costs more than our refrigerator,” she complained.

“Then let’s hope it keeps her groceries cold.”

“Everything’s a joke to you, Daniel.”

“Not everything.”

“Look at Rob. New car, expensive vacations. Why can’t we live like that?”

“Rob doesn’t have seven children.”

“There’s always an excuse.”