Many years later, Beatrice, bearing a face strikingly similar to mine, appeared by my husband's side. Instantly, I understood: this interloper's daughter, attempting to mimic her mother's past behavior towards my mother, was out to get me. But how could I let her succeed? That very day, I handed Wright a divorce agreement, forcing him to forfeit half his fortune as the price for his exit from this game. I decided to withdraw from the game myself. Wright, bewildered by his wife's abrupt hang-up, stood in the parking lot, unlocking his car. They had been married for six years, and his wife's gentleness, kindness, and elegance were well-known in their circle. Even with his willful daughter, she had never shown a hint of impatience. It wasn't until he opened the car door that he realized he might have said something wrong.