“If you sign the settlement, I’ll give you the house, the cars, everything.”
“We’ll even increase the payout to $100,000.”
It was almost funny.
Sixteen years together, and the first time he begged me—it was for the woman who’d killed his mother.
I picked up the divorce papers, flipping page by page until the end, then held out my hand.
Thinking I had agreed, he grinned and hurried to place a pen in my palm.
I signed and slid both documents back.
“I’ll divorce you. But as for the settlement—I don’t have the right to sign that.”
It was the truth.
But to David, it was just me being difficult.
His face darkened as he leaned back, chest heaving, before finally throwing the pen at me.
“Rachel, I’m only talking nicely because of our past. Don’t think I’m begging you.”
“That was your mom. If you don’t have the right, who does?”
“Face it—you just won’t forgive Sophia. You’re vicious. Your whole family is vicious.”
“What did you just say?”
I clenched my fists, fury surging through me.
He could insult me all he wanted, but why humiliate my family again and again?
He slammed his hand on the table, leaning in close.
“I said your family is vicious. Your mom deserved to die in that car accident!”
Smack!