For six years, he played a game: pick 0 to 10. I picked 0; his friend picked 10 and got all his time. My parents' life savings—$300,000—bought an apartment in her name. On Thanksgiving, he called me the maid and kicked me out. So I stopped playing. I went home with the man who'd waited ten years. He wired a million dollars; I kept my $300,000 and deleted him. When he begged for another chance, I played once more. "Pick a number." "0." "From now on, my love for you is 0."