My Ex, a Cashier, Started Driving a Sports Car and Wearing Designer Clothes – I Found Out That Money Actually Belonged to Me

After her grandfather passed away, Michael filed for divorce, shattering Katherine’s modest life with him. He then reappeared with a fancy automobile and designer clothes. He cruelly tossed a $100 bill at her, which made the situation worse. However, the bill’s smiling face would reveal a startling reality.

Of all locations, a supermarket parking lot is where my life transformed. But I should take a step back. About a month ago, my divorce from Michael was official. It had been a totally unexpected decision on his part.

I didn’t resist. What was the purpose? People simply stop falling in love sometimes. We hadn’t seen each other since I let him go.

However, I happened to notice a flash of white on a random weekday as I was getting cat food for the newest rescue at my clinic. I noticed a spotless sports car sandwiched between two faded sedans as I looked out the window into the parking lot.

The driver’s door flew open, and my heart stopped as I tried to recall whose brand the badge represented—it was a new model.

When Michael emerged, it wasn’t the Michael I knew. My spouse had been dressed in any T-shirt he could find in his closet and khakis from sale stores.

However, he was usually dressed as a grocery store cashier. He had spent the longest time doing that. He made a little over minimum wage working six days a week.

However, my now-ex-husband was dressed in a high-end suit that most likely cost more than the rent for our previous apartment. Instead of the unkempt mop he once wore, his hair was perfectly styled, and a Rolex gleamed on his wrist.

I have no idea why, but I got out of my cart and went outdoors. “Michael?” As I approached his car, his name spilled out.

For a moment, I saw something in his eyes as he turned. However, it was quickly replaced by icy contempt.

I made myself be polite. We had been together for twelve years, after all. “Hey! Whoa, congratulations! This must be the vehicle of your dreams. You seem to be doing really well! Do you find another job?

“We are no longer together, Katherine. “This is really none of your business,” he replied, adjusting his hair as he passed me. “Oh, wait,” he said, pausing at the grocery store door and taking something out of his pocket. “This is yours to have. Consider it my farewell present.

Just at my feet, a $100 bill landed on the asphalt after flying through the air. Was he crazy? I wasn’t begging. I’d earned more during our whole partnership.

He was a cashier, after all, and I was a veterinarian. Since we were high school sweethearts and money wasn’t supposed to be a factor, I had never cared. Before he filed for divorce, I was content in our tiny apartment.

Who was this individual?

“Really?” I raised my voice and asked. “This is who you are now?”

Michael simply grinned and entered the shop. Something forced me to pick up the bill on the asphalt just as I was ready to stomp to my car.

And underneath the 100, my gaze instantly fell upon a tiny smiley face. It reminded me of the last time I really spoke to Grandpa.

Following a terrible diagnosis, the doctors had previously stated that he didn’t have much time left. I wanted to spend time with him when I got to his house, but he ushered me into his home office instead.

He opened the bottom drawer of his desk after a few minutes of pleasant conversation.

He dug up stack after stack of cash and begged, “Kat, please take this,” Approximately $200,000 in one-hundred-dollar bills must have been present. “Your future depends on this. You can utilize it for a good home or start your own veterinarian clinic or rescue. I want you to be content and safe.

I grinned. I said to him, “Grandpa, I don’t need any of this,” “I can think of several charities that do.”

He pleaded with me, “Kat, please, listen,”

However, I grinned even broadly and shook my head. I got up and took a pen and one of the bills out of his holder. I smiled a little and gave them the cash. “Grampa, don’t worry about me or be depressed. I earn more than enough. I’m content. I just want to hang out with you for the afternoon now. Come with me to the garden.

He laughed and sighed. After that, we went outside. As we sipped iced tea and saw the squirrels and birds among the rustling tree leaves, I forgot about the money.

As far as I knew, Grandpa had donated all of his assets and money to my other family members and a number of charitable organizations before I passed away two weeks later. I really didn’t want anything.

After a month, Michael left me, and I felt sick to my stomach as I grinned while I looked at the bill.

Harrison’s downtown office resembled my grandfather’s, but it was housed in a beautiful building in the most upscale neighborhood, with windows that looked up over the city skyline.

He was the oldest business partner and best friend of my grandfather. Harrison refused to retire, even though he was in his seventies. His desk was adorned with pictures of his family, including one of him fishing with Grandpa.

He swiveled in his leather chair and said, “Katherine, what brings you here?” with concerned, sympathetic eyes.

“I have a question for you, sir. Was the recipient of the money mentioned by Grandpa?

He scratched his chin and shuffled in his leather chair. “He informed me that you had no interest in money. Why are you now inquiring about that? Are you having problems? How much do you require?

I shook my head and held up my hands.

I started, “No, it’s nothing like that,” and took the $100 cash out of my pocket. “My ex-boyfriend Michael was driving a sports car and wearing clothes that were more expensive than our previous rent, which is why I’m asking. This is what he tossed at me. Grandpa offered me a stack of cash, and I drew that happy face on it.

Harrison’s frown grew as he looked at the bill while donning his reading glasses.

He sighed and took off his glasses. “Oh, Katherine,” he said. “I believe Michael might have received the money from your grandfather. He made a fleeting reference to it. He must have done that even though I told him not to. He believed it would improve your quality of life.

With a sigh, I reclined in my chair. He divorced me shortly after Grandpa passed away because of this. I ought to have known. “That snake.”

I thanked Harrison for his time and he returned the bill. “Do you want to do something about it?” he asked before I left his office.

I looked at him once more. “What do you mean?”

With his eyes raised, he trailed off, “Do you want him to keep that money or…”

He handed me a card when I smiled. It was for a lawyer who worked for a firm in the building next door. “Logan is the best man for this job.”

I was seated in Logan’s office and given tea by his aide. Logan, unquestionably tall, gorgeous, and confident, entered a few minutes later.

“I just finished speaking with Harrison on the phone. He sat down and started taking notes, saying, “So your ex exploited your grandfather’s good intentions.” “And a month later, neatly, requested a divorce. traditional deception-based scam.

I nodded and, to the best of my knowledge, responded to each of the questions he asked me.

I swallowed hard and told him everything. “Okay,” I said. Is there anything I can do right now? He has undoubtedly already spent a significant portion of the funds.

Logan paused for a moment staring out his window, then back at me. “I’d say let’s pay him a visit before we go into any legalities.”

“Now? Why?”

Logan narrowed his eyes and said, “Because the man Harrison just described is a coward,” with satisfaction in his gaze. “It’s exactly the kind of man that will fold with just a little… coercion.”

I smiled and added, “Well, I do have his address,” “He had me send him the rest of his belongings.”

Logan grinned and pointed to the door. “Good,” he said. “Let’s go.”

The skyline of Michael’s new residential building climbed twenty floors. The lobby featured marble floors and a doorman who regarded my modest attire with distrust while approvingly eyeing Logan’s pricey suit.

I had time to reflect during the quiet elevator journey. Michael was a moron; he couldn’t afford this property for much longer and must have already wasted half the money.

“Ready?” I was distracted from my thoughts when the elevator doors opened and Logan asked.

As we made our way to Michael’s apartment, I nodded, and he rang the bell.

After a minute, the door opened, revealing my ex in silk pajamas. When he spotted me, his eyes opened, and when they fell on Logan, they narrowed.

“Who’s this?” Michael’s voice cracked a little as he asked, attempting to seem tough.

Logan’s smile was piercing. “I’m Miss Katherine’s attorney,” he said. “May we come in?”

“No,” Michael replied, glancing back and forth between us.

Logan went on, “Very well,” without pausing. We have learned that you decided to file for divorce from my client shortly after she received a sizable sum of money from her grandfather. Isn’t that correct?

“No!” With his nostrils flaring, Michael spoke. “This is my money, and it had nothing to do with the divorce.”

“Well, you’ll have to prove that in court soon,” Logan said coolly. “Katherine’s grandfather’s best friend will testify that she spoke with him about giving you the money and why, and we’ll sue you for it. Additionally, we will subpoena all of your conversations, text messages, and bank records. You will lose everything if there is even the slightest indication of dishonesty.

My ex-husband heaved up his chest and muttered, “You can’t prove anything,” before meeting my eyes. “I’ll get a lawyer, too.”

“Sure,” Logan said with a shrug. However, legal bills mount up quickly. You must have already seriously damaged what you had because of the rent here, the automobile you purchased, and the clothing you’re wearing. Would you rather risk the remainder or, worse, incur hundreds of thousands of dollars in legal bills?

As reality finally set in, I observed Michael’s expression.

“You really planned this, didn’t you?” Quietly, I asked. “Leaving me and taking the money? You told my dying grandfather falsehoods.

After another uncomfortable minute, Michael’s shoulders fell and he refused to look into my eyes. “Fine,” he said in a whisper. “I’ll sell it all. Your money will be returned to you.

Logan urged me to move away from Michael now that our business appeared to be resolved. “All of it,” he stated.

When we got to the elevator, I watched him turn back to face my ex, who was still standing at the doorway of his apartment, his jaw clenched in a harsh line.

With a little smirk, Logan continued, “We’ll create a payment schedule for anything you can’t return… right away.”

“Kat, I…” Michael yelled as we stepped into the lift.

“Preserve it. As the metal doors shut, I murmured, “I hope it was worthwhile.”

A year later, I opened a veterinarian clinic in Grandpa’s honor with the funds Michael gave me back. Harrison informed me Grandpa would be proud when he arrived at the opening with his dog.

Logan came over and invited me to dinner about a week after the opening. I was getting married to him two years later. With a man like him on my side, I knew that no one could ever tamper with me.

Additionally, I have a certain happy $100 bill stashed in my wallet, which Logan is unaware of. It’s one of my valuables since it brought me closer to the love of my life and because it makes me think of Grandpa.