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atmosphere at the brea

er-son pair. Bradly was at the head of the table, despe

hen thoughtfully refilled Chandler's orange juice. His movements were smooth a

asionally throwing me a triumphant gl

ovocations. I was calculating how long it would t

nted a sticky, jam-

s voice piercing the quiet dining room. "Why don't

seemed t

olded her son with mock severity. "Caleb, don't be rude!"

ck me. I set my coffee cup down gently on its saucer with

hed. Enjoy

d the door. Moments later, my p

l. Ready to discuss details anytime. Are

flew across

this house. And draft a subsidiary agreement

alled im

buzzing with righteous energy. "Just

and expensive handbags stared back at me, each one a gift from Bradly

a dusty old suitcase. Inside were a few simple items of clothing I had bought with m

s marriage. It was a farce

as going to see a friend. In reality, I

documents across her glass desk. "It doesn't guarantee a heavily tilted asset split, bu

sign? If you get divorced, wouldn't it cause a stir in his famil

nk, and soon an

ignature needs to be hidden amon

and handed me a separate form. "This is a standard investment authorization form for the Gordon Gro

her and

on the sofa with Chandler and Caleb, watching a children's sh

moving slightly away from Chandler. I found the gestur

n." But I walked straight upstairs, not giving her the chance. My calm seemed to unsettle them more than any outb

ght they knew. I pulled the divorce papers from my bag a