My wife looked me dead in the eyes and said, “I want the house, the cars, the business — everything.” She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t apologizing. She was demanding, like she was ordering something off a menu, like fourteen years of marriage, two kids, and everything I’d built with my own hands was just a transaction she was ready to close.
My lawyer grabbed my arm so hard I thought he’d leave a bruise. Hugh Pembrook had been practicing family law for thirty years. He’d seen nasty divorces. He’d seen spouses try to destroy each other. But when I told him what I was about to do, the color drained from his face. “Donnie, don’t do this. We can fight. We should fight. She’s not entitled to half of what she’s asking for.”
I looked at him, then I looked at Nora sitting across the conference table with her attorney, that smug little smile on her face. The same face I used to kiss good night. The same woman I held when her mother died. The same person who swore before God and our families that she’d stand by me through everything.
“Give it all to her,” I said.
Hugh dropped his pen. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. The house, the cars, the business — give her everything she wants.”
Nora’s smile flickered. She wasn’t expecting that. Her lawyer leaned over and whispered something in her ear. She nodded slowly, like a cat who’d just cornered a mouse. She thought she’d broken me. She thought I was surrendering. Everyone did.
My mother called me that night in tears. Karen Sutler raised two boys on her own after my father died. She worked double shifts as a nurse. She sacrificed everything so Boyd and I could have a future, and now she was watching her youngest son hand over his entire life to a woman who didn’t deserve a single cent of it.
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