Thirty Years of Silence: The Wife He Kicked Out Owned Everything

"Pete, this one's for you! The bitter days are over. You've finally dumped that frumpy old housewife, and your second spring has arrived!" Lounging on the brand-new leather sofa in silk pajamas, Jessica Lane swirled half a glass of red wine. She leaned in and planted a loud kiss on Gary Peterson's cheek with her bright red lips. Gary's face was flushed, colored by the wine and a giddy, overwhelming excitement. He looked at this woman, a full twenty-four years younger than him, and then around the spacious three-bedroom apartment. He had just had a fingerprint lock installed on the door, and now the place belonged to him alone. He had never felt this good in his whole life.