Thirteen years after our divorce, my ex mocked me at an academic competition—until my twins stepped forward for the gold medals and left him speechless
behind her, sniffling and clutching a worthless participation ribbon.
“I called our legal team!” Victoria shrieked, pointing an accusatory, manicured finger at Elena and the twins. “I don’t care who these street rats are! They cheated! They humiliated my son! I will sue this entire foundation, and I will have these nobodies thrown in—”
