After my grandfather passed away, my husband Michael blindsided me with a divorce.
I thought he had simply fallen out of love.That was until I saw him weeks later in a luxury sports car,
dressed in designer clothes—nothing like the man who once worked long shifts as a cashier.
He threw a $100 bill at me like I was a beggar. I was about to leave it behind,but something caught my eye: a tiny smiley face drawn on the corner. My heart stopped. It was my drawing.
That bill was part of the cash my grandfather had once offered me for my future—money I declined.I had drawn that smiley during our last conversation, trying to cheer him up.
I went to Grandpa’s best friend, Harrison, who confirmed my worst suspicion:Grandpa had given the money to Michael, thinking it would help me somehow
. Instead, Michael took it and divorced me right after.
With Harrison’s help, I met Logan, a brilliant attorney.We confronted Michael at his high-rise apartment.
Under pressure—and the threat of a lawsuit—he admitted everything. He agreed to return the money, piece by piece.
A year later, I opened a veterinary clinic in Grandpa’s honor.
Logan came to the opening… and eventually became my husband.
I still keep that smiley $100 bill in my wallet.
It reminds me of the man who truly loved me—and led me to the one who always will.
