The Divorce He Thought Was Fake
Language: en
Derek pushed the divorce agreement in front of me. I glanced at it. The house goes to him, the car goes to him, savings split fifty-fifty. “Fifty-fifty?” I laughed. “There’s only thirty thousand in the account. You want to take fifteen thousand?” “This is just a fake divorce.” He frowned. “I need to guarantee a loan for a friend’s startup. I can’t have any debts under my name.” I stared into his eyes. He looked away. “Fine.” I picked up the pen. He visibly relaxed. He had no idea — I’d been waiting three years for this day. 1 On the day we signed, Derek took half a day off…