Divorced: Moving On
By J.D. Walker
Being single sucked, though recovering from heartbreak might be worse.
It had been over a year, but that relief from being free of a die-hard gold-digger had faded quickly, and left only despair.
Sure, I owned a software development company and made serious money, and, yes, I had known what my ex, Fabian, was like when I met him. He loved money and being treated well. I had no problem with that, because we are who we are, right? He’d never lied about what he wanted, and I thought I would get to share my life with someone who seemed to love me, with my money being a nice bonus. I suppose his big c**k hadn’t hurt either—unless I’d wanted it to, euphemistically speaking—he was frickin’ hot and f****d like a demon.
What was worse, though, was finding out
