By People Staff
December 21, 1992 12:00 PM

SO LITTLE TIME, SO MANY DEVELOPMENTS. It has been just eight weeks since Roxanne Pulitzer, 42, queen of the Palm Beach literary and marital scene, ditched her long-time lover, Jean, Comte de la Moussaye, to marry John Haggin Jr., heir to a fine old family fortune. Avid Roxanne fans will recall that John’s 79-year-old mother, Naoma Haggin, was so appalled by the match that she immediately disinherited her son from her $200 million or so. Cynics hinted that Roxanne’s marriage—it’s only her third, though it seems like more—might not survive.

The cynics, of course, were right. On Dec. 3, Roxanne filed for divorce, citing an “irretrievably broken” relationship. “I want to remain best friends,” said Roxanne in a statement. “I just don’t want to be married anymore.” Haggin, 35, knows who the culprit is. “Mom has hurt me badly,” he says. “She ruined a beautiful relationship.”

Now, however, it’s time to dry the tears and get on with life. Haggin has the most rebuilding to do. Not only has he lost his companion and helpmate of seven weeks, he has thoroughly alienated Mom, and her largesse. Displaying his independence, John says he intends to enroll in tractor-trailer driving school with a view to supporting himself for the first time.

Roxanne, meanwhile, has a new, as yet untitled novel due out late next year. And there is some chance that she will hook up with Jean again, although there are complications there too. A photograph of De la Moussaye, 31, in the Nov. 9 issue of PEOPLE prompted a letter from Jill Scott, 32, of San Diego, who was Mrs. America 1991 and is now divorced. Impressed by the fervor of the mash note, Jean flew her to Palm Beach on Nov. 20. “It was a very romantic weekend,” reports Jill. “He is too good for Roxanne Pulitzer.”

Taking a page from the Naoma Haggin playbook, De la Moussaye’s family, rich landowners in France, have threatened to disinherit him if there is a reconciliation with Roxanne. So what’s a playboy to do? “My head says forget her,” says Jean, “but my heart doesn’t always agree.”