After Rebirth, I Decisively Break Up with the Scummy Woman

After we broke up that day, Maggie blocked me on everything.

I gave her contact info to the lawyer, and he took it from there.

When she got the lawyer’s call, she was in complete disbelief.

She never thought I’d actually sue her.

After all, the Steve from my previous life never blamed her for anything, even though he shouldered all the consequences himself.

I had been such a fool, letting her manipulate me for two whole years.

The day after she got the lawyer’s call, Maggie kicked down my door.

I had rented this rundown place because it was cheap.

Besides being livable, it had no security or protection.

I had even been robbed once.

The area was sketchy, and being near the market meant the place was crawling with flies, mosquitoes, and rats. The smell wasn’t great either. Maggie waved her hand in front of her nose in disgust.

When she saw me, she exploded with rage. “Steve, what the hell are you trying to do? Who told you to sue me? Do you even have a conscience? I gave so much to you over these past two years. How could you do this to me?”

I swear, I racked my brain trying to think of a single thing she had done for me, but I came up empty.

“Didn’t you tell me to sue you? How could you forget so quickly?” I said.

She was momentarily stunned.

“I was just saying that in the heat of the moment! How could you take it seriously?

“And besides, who asks for something back after giving it as a gift? If anyone looks bad here, it’s you. I’m only trying to save you from embarrassment.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not afraid of a little embarrassment.”

What’s pride compared to cold, hard cash?

Maggie’s face twisted with anger when she saw I wasn’t backing down.

That’s when she noticed my new look. “Did you buy new clothes? If you can afford that, why are you so petty with me?

“How can you be so selfish, Steve? Have you ever thought about how this affects me? I’m the one losing out in this breakup! I’m not even asking you for compensation for wasting my youth, and you have the nerve to nickel and dime me over a little money?”

Selfish?

Petty?

$550,000 is small change to her?

I almost laughed out loud.

My entire outfit didn’t even cost a hundred bucks.

And her?

She was covered head to toe in designer clothes, all bought with my money. Her handbag alone was worth tens of thousands.

But she didn’t even bat an eye, acting as if everything she said was perfectly reasonable.

“You can’t compare us. When I look good, it reflects well on you too,” she said.

Who did it really reflect well on – her or me?

“If looking good means going broke, I’m better off without it!”