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?

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