“I’m getting a divorce.”
Susan was so furious that she tore up the divorce agreement on the spot, flung the pieces into the air, and gritted her teeth:
“You really want to divorce me, don’t you?”
“Fine! I’ll give you that!”
“But I’m telling you, even if it’s a divorce, I’ll be the one drafting the agreement. I’ll ruin your reputation and drive you out of this house!”
“I want my dad to see clearly that the son-in-law he adored is nothing more than a vile man who exploited his father’s death to squeeze money through lawsuits!”
Through the falling confetti, I saw Susan’s fierce and resolute eyes.
And the faint, smug smile curling on Michael’s lips.
In the end, I said nothing.
I turned and left the law firm.
After returning home, I quietly began packing my luggage.
Just as I dragged my suitcase downstairs in the apartment complex,
a large group of people suddenly rushed toward me. Each of them, holding a camera or phone, frantically filmed me:
“Look, that’s him! He pushed his elderly father into fraud!”