At the county courthouse, my husband demanded the house, the cars, and the company I helped build, then leaned toward me and murmured, “Make this easy.” He didn’t notice the blue binder my lawyer set down, or the way his mother smiled like she’d already won. Now his girlfriend paces the hallway, the judge is reaching for the final page, and one quiet sentence is about to turn his victory into something else.
His lawyer leaned in and whispered five words. Just five. And Vincent’s face—that smug, self-satisfied face I’d stared at across[…]
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