In front of my husband’s family, my mother-in-law said that by getting married I had “moved up in life.” I filed for divorce right then and there… But the next day, in front of the judge, they discovered who I really was.

The clerk looked at us awkwardly and asked if we wanted to proceed with the signing.

“Wait, Jordan, we need to talk about this in private,” Tyler pleaded.

“There is nothing left to say.”

“My mother will apologize properly, and I’ll make everything right, I promise.”

I watched him and realized how pathetic he looked now that the roles were reversed.

“You want to start over now? Is it because you love me, or because you just saw my bank account?”

He lowered his head, unable to answer.

Cordelia clutched her designer bag to her chest like a shield.

“You lied to us by omission!”

I nodded slowly.

“I only hid one thing from you, and that was the fact that I never needed a single thing from the Harrisons.”

I turned back to the counter and picked up the pen.

Before I signed, I looked Tyler in the eye.

“Yesterday you said I married you to get ahead in life.”

He looked at me with a desperate, pathetic hope that he could still save his lifestyle.

“I was wrong, Jordan, and I’m so sorry.”

“Yes, you were very wrong.”

I signed the paper with a firm, elegant stroke: Jordan Elizabeth Miller.

The clerk stamped the document with a loud, final thud.

“The divorce is now official and registered.”