A year later, I returned to the country and, with the encouragement of a lawyer friend, filed a lawsuit against my parents and brother to reclaim the money they had stolen from my bank account.
All they could do was hurl insults at me, but their words were nothing more than a passing breeze, barely worth a second thought.
With no home or money left in the city, they were forced to slink back to their rural hometown, drifting further and further from my life. There was no point wasting my breath on them anymore.
When I received another offer for a long–term overseas position, a colleague handing over. the transition paperwork couldn’t help gossiping.
“Your ex–husband, Evan? He’s really hit rock bottom now,” she said with a sly grin.
Intrigued, I listened as she shared the details.