Next Life, No Us

I used to think Theodore Foster and I were each other’s everything.

Twenty years as childhood sweethearts, seven years in a marriage forged through hardship—we went from having nothing to building a fortune worth hundreds of billions together.

But I never imagined that after he made it big, I would be kicked out of the game by one cold divorce certificate.

My parents and my child all became sacrifices to this love.

So I let everything go and left the country to start over. But Theodore Foster, why are you crying?