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Divorce from Gold Diggers

After tying the knot in a late-life romance, I found my new husband's daughter eager to get her hands on my luxury car. Naturally, I refused. To my surprise, my usually charming husband, Thaddeus, lashed out at me. "How much longer do you think you have? You're married to me now. When you're gone, won't all of this go to my daughter anyway? What's the harm in giving it to her now?" "And why do you think I married an older woman like you? It's because you're wealthy!" I rolled my eyes, feeling as if they might spin all the way back. Fed up, I slapped him across the face. Who did he think he was?
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After tying the knot in a late-life romance, I found my new husband's daughter eager to get her hands on my luxury car. Naturally, I refused. To my surprise, my usually charming husband, Thaddeus, lashed out at me.

"How much longer do you think you have? You're married to me now. When you're gone, won't all of this go to my daughter anyway? What's the harm in giving it to her now?"

"And why do you think I married an older woman like you? It's because you're wealthy!"

I rolled my eyes, feeling as if they might spin all the way back. Fed up, I slapped him across the face. Who did he think he was?

Thaddeus and I had a simple ceremony, and with no children of my own, I only invited his daughter, Kinsley, and her family to a private dining room at an upscale hotel to celebrate that evening.

As soon as we entered, Kinsley clasped my hand warmly, calling me "Aunt Roselyn" in the sweetest tone. Initially, I was unsure of how she'd react to Thaddeus' and my late romance, but her apparent warmth seemed to put my mind at ease.

Little did I know, I was being naive.

I handed Kinsley an envelope with a thousand dollars inside as a gesture for the kids. She accepted it with a smile but didn't thank me. Instead, she held my hand and remarked, "Aunt Roselyn, your bracelet is stunning. But your wrist seems a bit tanned. Don't you think it would look better on me?"

Her intentions were blatant, and I wasn't naive. It was obvious she was eyeing my bracelet, a high-quality piece worth quite a bit. Was I expected to give it away to someone I had just met?

Though it made me uneasy, I didn't want to create a scene that might upset Thaddeus, so I gently pulled my hand back, giving her an easy out. "I've put on a few pounds recently, and it's stuck. Otherwise, I'd let you try it on."

Kinsley's smile dropped immediately, and her daughter, Cheyenne, piped up loudly, "You're so cheap, Grandma! You won't even let my mom try it? How could Grandpa marry you?"

Kinsley quickly covered Cheyenne's mouth, smiling weakly without offering an apology.

I was amused by the audacity and was about to respond when Thaddeus picked Cheyenne up. He glared at me, saying, "What's going on? Aren't you mature enough not to argue with a child?"

Kinsley glanced at me with feigned innocence. "I didn't mean anything. I just complimented Aunt Roselyn's bracelet. But she's acting like I'm out to steal it. I know it's valuable, but is it necessary to be so protective?"

If she knew its value, why try to claim it?

I was about to firmly decline when Thaddeus grabbed my wrist and tried to pull the bracelet off. "Hey! You're married to me now. Why act so defensive towards my daughter? It's just a bracelet. We're family. If she wants it, why shouldn't she have it?"

Kinsley immediately chimed in, "Exactly! It's just a bracelet! Is it worth all this fuss? Aunt Roselyn, you gave me a thousand-dollar gift; surely you won't miss a bracelet?"

They were using our marriage to pressure me. For what reason?

Seeing my silence, they laid on the moral coercion thick, urging and prodding until Kinsley rolled her eyes and said, "Forget it. I didn't realize you'd be so tight-fisted. How about this? I'll give you a thousand dollars, and you gift me the bracelet? It's not like you'll be losing anything!"

With that, she opened the envelope I gave her, pulled out the money, and tried to hand it back to me. "Aunt Roselyn, you're part of our family now. Are you really going to start playing hardball with me? You know my father adores me the most! If you go against me, he won't be happy."

Buying my bracelet with my own money? How audacious can someone be?

Since she wasn’t respecting me, I saw no reason to hold back. I curtly snatched back the money and said, "Try saying that again. If you can't show me respect, don't expect anything from me."

"And remember, I married your dad, not sold myself to him. You don’t get to dictate my actions!" With that, I left the dining room without looking back.

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