The Divorce He Thought Was Fake

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.

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On the day we signed, Derek took half a day off work.