“Please hold,” the clerk replied, and after a beat, she continued, “Yes, according to our records, you and Ms. Willette Pearce-Crawford officially registered your divorce eight months ago.”
The voice on the other end kept talking, but my mind had gone blank.
Eight months ago?
Then it hit me.
Back then, she said she wanted to buy insurance for the family. She told me it was her promise, her way of protecting me and the child.
But in reality, she had already been plotting against me.
Too bad she miscalculated one thing.
That day, I had been busy, so she had signed the documents in my place.
Which meant this so-called divorce was invalid.
Suddenly, the livestream screen jolted.
Uniformed officers stepped into the frame.
