ver breakfast. She had a notepad and a pen, as if she were planning a c

morrow and file the papers. We need to

me to be taking notes as w

o my mom' s. I' ll cry when I leave. You n

I repeated,

can' t live with the disrespect anymore. I' ll mention the dowry,

out me. Then, she' ll call me, begging me to come back. That' s when I make my demands. Eight hundred and eighty thousand

count and I have the jewelry box in my hands, we go out for a

ole sordid fantasy play out on he

one thing," I

wned.

ght look suspicious. We need a proper, legally binding divorce decree. A separation agreement

greed clouding her

! It makes it look so much more real. She' ll see the official

ee-million-dollar bonus in my account gave me all the leverage I needed. I called a lawyer I knew, a shark who specialized in quick, clean cuts. We' d give Sarah the house

mpersonal and swift. I signed the papers without hesitation. My hand

n her face. She was an actress on a stage, pl

f the finalized divorc

as we walked outside into the bright afternoon su

se with her most expensive outfits. She

me a quick, theatrical kiss on the cheek. "I' ll call

uitcase behind her, the wheels clickin

house washing over me. It wasn't a sad silence. It was peace

away from the curb and disappear around the corn