Gavin was clean-shaven with a thin, reedy voice, and his personality was petty and vicious. Everyone called him The Eunuch behind his back.
Summer really was going all out for money.
The PI also sent back video footage from a karaoke bar's private room.
In it, Gavin promised her that if she divorced me and stayed with him, he'd give her a villa worth ten million.
Summer's face lit up. She crawled right into his arms on the spot.
From then on, every time she came home, she looked at me with open contempt.
She'd pick massive fights over nothing—the trash can being in the wrong spot, a dish left in the sink.
Finally, on a gloomy afternoon, she exploded over a scrap of paper on the floor and demanded a divorce.
Honestly? I was tired of this game. I'd been ready to end it for a while.
So when she finally said the word, I agreed immediately.
She froze. Clearly didn't expect that.
"What did you just say?"
"I said I agree. Problem?"
Something complicated flickered across her face. Then she started shouting again. "I want half of everything! It's what I deserve!"
There it was. The dagger, finally out.
I'd been waiting for this exact move.
To keep her from getting suspicious, I put on an angry front.