**Diary Entry 12th October**
“Listen here! I’m wealthy now, and it’s time we divorced,” my husband declared with a cold arrogance. He had no idea what was coming.
“You dont even realise how your mediocrity bores me,” William sneered, his eyes flashing with disdain. “I dont need some dull housewifeI deserve better!”
“Do you honestly think money changes who you are?” Emily replied, her voice trembling as she fought back tears.
The evening sun cast a warm glow over the kitchen as Emily stirred a pot of beef stew, the scent of freshly baked bread filling the air.
William barged in, waving an envelope like a trophy. “Em! You wont believe it!” he crowed, still in his shoes. “Some distant relative left me an inheritanceIm rich!”
Emily turned, wiping her hands on her apron. “Thats wonderful, Will,” she said cautiously. “But who was this relative? We didnt know anyone”
“Who cares?” William laughed, kissing her cheek. “Now we can have anything we want!”
Emily frowned but didnt get a word in as William rambled about luxury cars and holidays.
By morning, hed transformed. He looked at her with contempt, barking orders as if she were staff. His every word bragged about his newfound status, as though hed been knighted.
“You know, Em,” he said over breakfast, not meeting her eyes, “now that Im wealthy, we should reconsider things.”
Emily froze. “What do you mean?”
“Im on a different level now,” he said, biting into toast. “People like you well, youre just ordinary.”
Stunned, Emily met her best mates, Sophie and Alice, at a café.
“Lads, you wont believe this,” she blurted. “Williams inherited money and now thinks Im beneath him!”
Sophie scoffed. “Blimey. Whos this mystery relative?”
Alice leaned in. “Whatll you do?”
Emily sighed. “I dont know. Hes become vile.”
Days passed, and William grew worse. He strutted like a peacock, sneering at Emily as if she were dirt.
“Em, wheres my suit?” he snapped one morning. “Ive got an important meeting!”
She handed it to him. “William, can we talk?”
“Not now,” he dismissed. “Ive no time for your nagging.”
Heartbroken, Emily confided in Sophie and Alice again.
“I cant take this,” she whispered over tea. “He treats me like a servant.”
Sophie slammed her cup down. “The nerve! He hasnt even got the money yet!”
Alice squeezed her hand. “Stay strong, Em. Weve got your back.”
But Williams cruelty escalated. “Youre just after my money,” he accused one evening.
Emilys heart shattered. “After all these years, how can you say that?”
He smirked. “Its obvious now.”
Enough was enough.
The next day, Sophie and Alice dropped a bombshell.
“Em the letter was fake,” Sophie admitted. “We did it to show you his true colours.”
Emily gaped. “You *lied*?”
Alice nodded. “We wanted you to see who he really was. And we were right.”
Emily stormed home, fury steeling her resolve. When William returned, she confronted him.
“I know the truth. The inheritance was a testone you failed miserably.”
William turned pale, then furious. “Youre choosing them over me? Fine. Im leaving.”
As the door slammed, Emily collapsed onto the sofa, drained but free.
Then came the twist.
“Em,” Sophie said gently, “theres more. A solicitor from London *did* contact me. Theres a real inheritancewe just tested William first.”
Stunned, Emily called the solicitor. The news was trueshe was wealthy.
Laughing through tears, she raised a glass with her friends.
“To new beginnings,” Sophie toasted.
“To real friends,” Alice added.
Emily smiled. “To the life I *deserve*.”
**Lesson learned:** Money doesnt reveal characterit strips away the mask. And true friends? Theyre the ones who help you see the truth, even if it hurts.
