With half an hour before my departure, Michael called me. With suppressed anger, he asked, “Nichole, what’s going on with the villa? Why is my house now someone else’s?”
Hearing that tone, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Your house? Michael, have you watched too many action movies? Is your kidney problem making you lose your mind?”
“The ownership of this house has always been in my hands. I can sell it if I want. What’s your business?”
Michael was stunned. He replied angrily, “We’re still husband and wife! Nichole, I advise you not to push things too far. It won’t end well for you.”
“Michael, your bad skills are mediocre, your acting is mediocre and overall, you’re just mediocre,” I said contemptuously.
“Besides, I divorced you a long time ago. The divorce certificate will be delivered to you in about twenty-five days.”
“Oh, and I wish you and that bitch Olivia have a long and happy life together. I’ve also prepared a special gift for you, so remember to check for it.”
With that, I hung up. Just then, the voice notification sounded. I stared at the call coming through again; I just silenced it. I pulled out the SIM card, broke it in two parts and threw it into the trash can.
Then I turned around, dragged my suitcase and boarded the plane. I didn’t want it if it never truly belonged to me from the start.
