Chapter 4 - The Final Course
I turned my attention back to Ryan. He was staring at the floor, shivering slightly in his wine-soaked sweater.
“For four months, you have delayed the divorce proceedings,” I told him, my voice echoing in the quiet kitchen. “You missed mediation appointments. You refused to sign the asset division paperwork. You told your lawyers you needed time to figure things out. I brought something for you to figure out today.”
I reached into my bag and pulled out a thick, legal manila envelope. I tossed it onto the kitchen island. It slid across the granite and stopped right in front of him.
“Those are the finalized divorce papers, Ryan,” I announced. “I have already signed them. You are going to sign them right now, in front of my brother and my aunt as witnesses. If you refuse, or if you attempt to delay this process by one more day, I will upload that doorbell footage to every single social media platform, and I will forward it to the senior partners at your firm who pride themselves on their 'family values' clauses.”
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Ryan looked up, his eyes red and bloodshot. The arrogant man who thought he could play two women against each other and keep his mother-in-law as a cheerleader was completely broken. He had no leverage. He had no mistress. He had no wife.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a pen, and signed the documents without reading a single page.
