DIANE

My eyes swept the small two bedroom apartment in disdain and anger, imagining what I’ve been reduced to.

I couldn’t afford the luxury life I used to. My personal designer had sent new designs, but I didn’t dare order for any custom made dress or hat. I couldn’t afford her anymore.

I’d have to stick to my dresses from last trendy seasons. Humiliating!

All three kids, no hope. Why had I even bothered giving birth? 

“Bring them in.” I ordered the cab driver who’d pulled all of my things out of his cab.

He was already panting and sweating from lifting all those heavy boxes, but I could care...