“Brother, help me find a reliable divorce lawyer. I want George to leave with nothing. This will be difficult.”
In our circles, prenuptial property agreements were always signed.
But I had never made George sign one.
I had always believed he wasn’t here for money, that he would never betray me.
Looking back now, I realized I had spoken far too soon.
After I set everything in motion, George sent me a message.
[Wife, everything I said just now was in anger. Don’t take it to heart.]
[Dwayne has pneumonia. I have to stay at the hospital tonight to be with him.]
[Honestly, I really want to come home, but Dwayne is only four years old. He’s clinging to me… I couldn’t bear to leave.]
I typed back quickly, my fingers trembling.
[I don’t care. Come tomorrow to pack your things and move out of my house.]
A question mark appeared in response.
[Jennifer, are you really forcing me like this? You won’t be satisfied until you push me into another woman’s arms?]
[Fine. I’ll grant your wish!]
I paused, then sent my reply. [On our wedding day, I told you, if you betray me, you’ll be left with nothing. Do you remember?]