He turned toward the judge. «My client is requesting that this divorce be settled swiftly, with Mrs. Morrison receiving a modest alimony payment of $1,000 monthly for two years. This is more than generous considering she made no direct financial investment in Dr. Pearce’s education or career advancement.»
No direct financial investment. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from crying. How dare he? How dare they both?
I glanced at Brandon. He was nodding along with his lawyer’s words, that same cold expression on his face. This was the man who used to hold me when I came home at two in the morning, so tired I could barely stand.
The man who used to kiss my rough hands and promise me that someday he’d take care of me the way I was taking care of him.
«Furthermore,» the lawyer said, pulling out some papers, «Dr. Pearce has generously offered to allow Mrs. Morrison to keep her personal belongings and her vehicle, a 2015 Honda Civic. He asks for nothing from her, as she has nothing of value to offer. He simply wishes to move forward with his life.»