The Divorce He Asked For, The Empire I Took Away Chapter 11

The Divorce He Asked For, The Empire I Took Away Chapter 11

I spread the printed bank stateinents across the coffee table.

“From last June until the beach trip, Marcus transferred $7,200 from our marital funds. With my cash, you

received $7,340.

Every transaction is marked. ”

I looked at Marcus.

“First you called the total $4,600, then promised to replace it. Did you forget the other amount, or deliberately understate it?”

His lips moved, but no words came out.

I added printed screenshots.

“Here is Vanessa’s May post with Derek. Here is your comment asking whether she had settled in.

You knew about the male roommate before I did.”

Then I placed the Little Deer conversation before him.

“The header says the contact had already been deleted. Who had access to your phone after that?”

Color drained from Marcus’s face.

He turned on Vanessa. “You searched my phone?”

She did not reply.

She was no longer crying or pretending. Her eyes were cold when she looked at me.

“You investigated all of this. What do you want?”

“One honest sentence in front of Marcus. What did you want when you sent me that photograph?”

Vanessa held my gaze for five seconds.

Then she laughed, a smile I had never seen during our six years of friendship.

“I wanted you to move aside.”

Four clean words.

Marcus stood frozen. I felt relief.

At last, the truth.

“You never approached me as a friend,” I said. “I was an entrance.

Through me, you met Marcus. Through him, you took money.

Through the photograph, you tried to push me out.”

“Was pretending to be my best friend for more than a year exhausting?”

Vanessa stood and picked up her bag.

“Think whatever you like. You couldn’t keep him anyway.”

She looked at Marcus, but he did not look back. His head was lowered, hands braced on his knees.

At the door, she turned once.

“You won, Lydia. But what you won was a worthless man.’

The door closed.

Marcus and I remained in the living room.

After a long silence, he said my name.

“The separation agreement and uncontested-divorce papers are in the envelope. I keep the condo.

You keep the car. We divide savings and retirement account’s equally.

Vanessa’s $7,200 comes from your share.”

“Sign, and our attorneys can file immediately. If you refuse, I will proceed with a contested case.”

His eyes were red. “You won’t leave any room for us?”

“You spent all the room I gave you.”

He looked at me for a long time.

Then he picked up the pen and signed.