It had been a month since my divorce from Michael was finalized. His decision, entirely unexpected. I didn’t fight it—sometimes people fall out of love. I let him go, and we hadn’t seen each other since.

But on an ordinary weekday, while picking up cat food for my clinic’s newest rescue, a flash of white in the parking lot caught my eye. A pristine sports car, parked between two faded sedans. The sleek logo on the hood was unfamiliar, but before I could place it, the driver’s door swung open, and my heart stopped.

Michael stepped out, but he wasn’t the man I remembered. The husband I knew wore khakis from clearance racks and whatever T-shirt he could find. He worked long hours as a grocery store cashier, barely making more than minimum wage.

But this version of Michael? He was dressed in a designer suit that likely cost more than our old apartment’s rent. A Rolex glinted on his wrist, his hair expertly styled. The transformation was jarring.

I left my cart behind and walked outside. “Michael?” His name left my lips before I could stop it.

He turned, and for a split second, something flickered in his eyes. Then it vanished, replaced by cold disdain.

“Hey! Wow, congrats!” I forced myself to be civil. “This must be the car you always dreamed about. Looks like you’re doing well. Did you get a new job?”

“Katherine, we’re not together anymore. This isn’t your business,” he said coolly, fixing his hair while walking past me. But then, he stopped at the grocery store entrance and reached into his pocket. “Oh, wait. Here. Think of it as my parting gift.”

A crisp $100 bill fluttered through the air, landing at my feet.

I stared. Was he serious?

Throughout our relationship, I had always earned more. As a veterinarian, my income far exceeded his, and I never minded. Money wasn’t supposed to matter. We were high school sweethearts. I had been happy in our little apartment… until he blindsided me with divorce papers.

“Really?” I raised my voice. “This is who you are now?”

Michael smirked and disappeared into the store. I was about to storm to my car, but something made me pick up the bill.

And that’s when I saw it—the tiny smiley face drawn below the “100.”

My breath caught. It was a symbol I recognized instantly, one tied to my grandfather.

Memories flooded back. Grandpa had been sick, given only weeks to live. One afternoon, as I sat by his bedside, he led me into his home office and opened a drawer, revealing stacks of cash.

“Kat, take this,” he had insisted. “Use it for your future. Open your own clinic, buy a house, do whatever makes you happy. I want to see you secure.”

I had laughed, shaking my head. “Grandpa, I don’t need it. I’m doing fine.”

He had pleaded, but I refused. To lighten the mood, I grabbed a bill and doodled a little smiley face on it. “Don’t be sad, Grandpa. You don’t have to worry about me. Let’s just enjoy today.”

We spent the rest of the afternoon in the garden, drinking iced tea, watching squirrels dart between the trees.

Two weeks later, he was gone. As far as I knew, he left his money to charities and other relatives. I had truly wanted nothing.

And yet, here was one of those bills—thrown at my feet by my ex-husband, who had inexplicably transformed into a wealthy man right after my grandfather passed away.

My stomach dropped.

“Katherine! What a surprise. What brings you here?” he greeted warmly.

I sat down, feeling the weight of my suspicions. “Sir, I need to ask you something. Did Grandpa mention who he was giving money to before he passed?”

Harrison’s eyes darkened. “He told me you refused it. What’s going on? Are you in trouble?”

I shook my head. “Not trouble, exactly. But… I ran into Michael today. My ex. He was driving a sports car, wearing designer clothes. He threw this at me.”

I placed the $100 bill on his desk, pointing at the smiley face.

Harrison sighed, rubbing his temples. “Oh, Katherine… I think your grandfather gave Michael the money. He mentioned it in passing. He thought it would make your life better. I warned him, but he must’ve done it.”

My fingers curled into fists. “That’s why he divorced me the moment Grandpa died. He was waiting for the money. He played us both.”

Harrison studied me carefully. “Do you want to do something about it?”

I met his gaze. “What do you mean?”

“Do you want him to keep that money? Or do you want to take it back?”

A slow smile spread across my face. “Tell me how.”

“Classic fraud by deception,” he muttered after hearing my story. “Michael conveniently divorces you after receiving a large sum from your grandfather? We can take him down.”

“How?” I asked.

Logan leaned back, smirking. “We start with a friendly visit.”

Michael’s new apartment was in a high-rise complex, complete with marble floors and a doorman. When he answered the door in silk pajamas, his eyes flickered with confusion before narrowing.

“Who’s this?” he asked, nodding toward Logan.

“My attorney,” I said sweetly. “We need to talk.”

Logan stepped forward, all business. “Michael, you acquired a significant amount of money under questionable circumstances. We have witnesses, bank records, and text logs. If you fight us in court, you risk legal fees and full repayment. Or… you can return the money now.”

Michael blanched. “I—”

“Are you willing to gamble what you have left?” Logan pressed. “Because trust me, you’ll lose.”

Silence stretched between us. Finally, Michael’s shoulders slumped. “Fine. I’ll sell everything. You’ll get your money back.”

Logan smiled. “All of it. And we’ll arrange a payment plan for whatever you can’t return immediately.”

As we walked back to the elevator, Logan turned back to my ex. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

Michael called my name, desperation in his voice.

I met his eyes. “Save it. I hope it was worth it.”

A week later, Logan stopped by. This time, he asked me to dinner.

Two years later, I was walking down the aisle with him, knowing that no one would ever take advantage of me again.

And hidden in my wallet, I kept a particular $100 bill with a smiley face—a reminder of my grandfather’s love and the moment that led me to the love of my life.