After 47 years of marriage, my husband declared he wanted a divorce and a life of freedom. When I, stunned, asked if he was serious, he simply smirked and said, “Come on, Nicky!

You can’t say you didn’t see this coming. We both know there’s nothing left between us.

I don’t want to waste my remaining years sulking around. I want to live, be free, and maybe even find someone. . .

someone gorgeous, who isn’t like you—a dead goat. SO YES, I’M DIVORCING YOU.

” If that wasn’t enough, he smugly informed me he’d booked a trip to Mexico, entirely funded by our joint account.

The divorce? No surprise—I’d known for a while he was sneaking around with a younger woman, but I clung to familiarity, even if it meant pretending not to notice him slipping away.

But this final act—leaving with our savings and hurling insults—sparked a fury in me I hadn’t known I possessed. So, I crafted a revenge plan that soon had John knocking on my door, pleading to come back…

A “savage” wife taught her husband a harsh lesson after he left her for a romantic affair with a young brunette. “Divorce?

John, tell me you’re not serious! And what did you say?

You want a fair share? ” Nicky exploded, shifting unsteadily in her chair as her husband announced he was “tired” of his monotonous life and wanted to live his life like a free man.

John smirked. “Oh, Nicky!

It’s not like you didn’t see it coming. Come on.

We both know there’s nothing left between us. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life sulking with you.

I want to live. Like a free man.

And I will find someone – beautiful and gorgeous…. who’s not a dead goat like you!

So, yes, I am divorcing you. ”

“And you think I will let you off the hook so easily? You wish, John!