He Tossed a $100 Bill at Me — But He Didn’t Know I Was About to Uncover Everything

I divorced my husband a month ago — his choice, not mine.
We hadn’t spoken since. No calls, no texts, nothing.

Then yesterday, I ran into him completely by accident in the supermarket parking lot… and I swear, I didn’t even recognize him at first.

This man — who used to be a cashier struggling to pay rent — was now stepping out of a luxury sports car, wearing designer clothes, expensive sunglasses, and a watch that probably cost more than my monthly salary. I was stunned.

Trying to be polite, I forced a smile and said,
“Wow, congrats! Looks like you’re doing well!”

He didn’t even look at me.

He just muttered,
“Not your business.”

Then — as if I were trash on the sidewalk — he tossed a hundred-dollar bill out the window and sped off.

My hands were shaking. I wanted to scream. But something felt off… really off.
Where did he suddenly get this money? This lifestyle? This attitude?

I picked up the $100, and as I did, something else caught my eye — a slip of paper lying half-way under his front tire marks.

I almost didn’t pick it up… but thank God I did.

Because what was written on that paper revealed exactly where his money came from — and who it actually belonged to.
And in that moment, everything finally made sense.