Jeremy pulled out another divorce agreement. “For the sake of our marriage, I didn’t intend to include this debt in your share. But if you insist on splitting everything equally, you can sign this agreement.”
What a masterstroke. I stared at Jeremy. “Do what you want. I’m giving you three days to get the assets back within that time. Believe me,if you don’t do as I say, three days from now will be the start of your despair.”
“You’re just a housewife. Have you been reading too many fantasy novels? What are you pretending to be?” Irene shouted, glaring at my back.
Housewife? I turned to look at Jeremy.
“I’ve been taking care of your mother for three years and now I’m staying home all the time. Have you forgotten who I am?”
“What is her status?” Irene hugged Jeremy’s arm.
“Jeremy, I hear housewives love to fantasize. Tell me, what title has she given herself?”
He looked at Irene lovingly. “Just what you said, housewife.”
I shot Jeremy a piercing look before turning away.
Tomorrow was the company’s quarterly board meeting. I would make sure Jeremy remembered exactly what my status was.
Early the next morning, I arrived at the company conference room ahead of time.