“Do you really want things to end this way?” he asked quietly.
His voice sounded unfamiliar, almost uncertain. I met his gaze calmly and answered, “It did not start this way, Brandon, but you turned it into this.”
From the back row his mother suddenly spoke with sharp contempt. “Ungrateful woman. Without my son you would still be selling candy on some street corner.”
The woman I used to be would have lowered her head and remained silent, but the woman sitting in that courtroom simply smiled politely. “You are mistaken, ma’am,” I replied calmly.
I reached into my handbag and removed a document which my lawyer placed on the table in front of the judge. “Before we finish signing the divorce,” I said clearly, “I believe everyone here should take a look at this.”
Brandon’s lawyer frowned while the judge looked slightly confused, yet after a brief moment he allowed the document to be submitted for review. The silence in the room became heavy as the lawyer began reading the page carefully. His expression slowly changed from confusion to surprise and finally to something close to alarm.
Brandon leaned forward impatiently. “What is going on?” he asked.