If I ever date/marry a rich guy that cheats on me I aspire to be at the level of Pauline Marie Pfeiffer, Ernest Hemingway’s second wife.
Pauline Marie Pfeiffer was a journalist that wrote for Vogue (jealous!), so we know she was a stylish and sophisticated lady.
When she found out that her husband was having an affair she ripped out his precious boxing ring and spent a bunch of his money on is big pool (costing over $20,
000 in construction at the time) where she threw extravagant pool parties at (because she writes for Vogue why wouldn’t she?
) When he got back to his home in the Keys, he supposedly flung a penny on the ground, saying “Pauline, you’ve spent all but my last penny, so you might as well have that!
” I like to imagine she was smirking when that happened. Fucking legend.