Marriage Built on a Facade
Language: en
Two years into the divorce proceedings, I ran into Richard at our high school reunion. My first love was standing outside the venue's restrooms, blocking my path. "Still dragging things out with Ethan?" he asked. "If you don't mind, let me represent you." I smiled and nodded, not offering a refusal. Richard was undeniably brilliant. He managed to secure half of Ethan's assets for me. But on the day we were supposed to sign the final papers, I overheard their conversation through the cracked office door. "You're quite the genius, Richard. Using your position as her attorney to steal…