The Tenth Rejection Broke My Husband

I've worked hard to sponsor my husband, Zachary Sanders, through his PhD studies for eight years. In order for our daughter, Penelope Sanders, to get into a prestigious elementary school, I've visited the local registry office ten times. Yet, my applications keep getting rejected all the time.

On my tenth visit, the helpless employee decides to reveal the truth to me.

"Ma'am, I told you that something's wrong with the paperwork you brought! Three children have already used the permanent address you provided to enroll in our school. You can't use the address for the fourth time according to the rules."

After that, the employee turns the monitor in my direction to show me the information.

To my shock, those three children's mother is Zachary's first love, Amelia Norris.

Unable to believe my eyes, I call Zachary on the spot.

But he tells me nonchalantly, "Yeah, I did use our permanent address. I did this so that Amelia's children can get enrolled into good schools. It's very difficult for a single mother like her to raise all three children on her own, you know.

"Besides, Penelope is still very young. She can just get enrolled into a regular elementary school. Once Amelia's children have graduated, Penelope can use a slot meant for the prestigious elementary school."

I do my best to suppress my rage as I retort, "No need for that. My daughter will not be waiting for hand-me-downs."

Then, I call my assistant right away.

"Tell the admissions office to void all three enrollment slots that are tied to my property in the school district. Also, I want you to suspend the funding of his project in that research institute!"

When I got home, the living room was a disaster. My daughter's favorite Lego castle had been smashed into pieces, and three filthy boys were stomping over the debris.

A woman in a white dress sat calmly on the couch.

It was Zachary Sanders' first love, Amelia Norris.

Zachary walked out of the kitchen carrying a platter of sliced fruit and thoughtfully handed Amelia a fork.

When he saw me standing at the door, he froze for a moment, but he quickly went back to acting like he was in the right.

"Perfect timing. Amy just moved into the neighborhood next to ours, so she brought the kids over so they could get to know each other."

Amelia stood and rubbed her hands nervously.

"Rebecca, I'm really sorry for the disturbance. Zachary said you're usually busy with work and don't have time to keep Penelope company, so I thought I'd bring my kids over to play with her."

I looked at the shattered Lego pieces on the floor and then pointed at the three boys who were still running around.

"Is this what you call playing with my daughter?"

Zachary frowned and set the fruit platter down heavily on the coffee table.

"Rebecca, what's with that attitude? There's nothing wrong with being lively. Besides, it's just a toy. I'll