Chapter 6
Zion didn’t ask any further questions and simply took me to a law firm.
I sneaked a glance at him while he drove. I hadn’t seen him since graduation. Now, he had taken over his family’s company and had become even more distant and unapproachable.
“I thought you and Spencer were getting along well,” he said, eyes fixed on the road. There was a hint of concern in his voice. “Are you sure about the divorce?”
I hadn’t expected Zion to know about my relationship with Spencer over the years.
I gave a bitter smile and briefly explained the situation to him. When the car came to a stop, I handed him the prepared documents.
Zion took them and started flipping through them. His brow furrowed deeper with each
page.
Suddenly, his veins bulged on the back of his hand. He slammed his fist on the steering wheel in anger. “That damn Spencer! I thought he’d treat you well, which is why I promoted him to manager! I never expected this!
“Don’t worry. I’ll help you. I’ll make sure he ends up with nothing.”
A few days later, I received a call from my lawyer, Jeremiah Burnett. His voice was serious. Ms. Sinclair, the case with your husband is a bit tricky.
“The county clerk’s office confirmed that adding someone’s name to the title during marriage requires your consent. If you weren’t aware, they may have forged your signature
After a pause, his tone turned more intense. “This involves illegal handling of marital assets and forgery charges.”
I rubbed my temples, feeling the weight of exhaustion wash over me. “Follow the legal process. I just want to get this divorce over with as soon as possible.”
“Don’t worry. Leave it to me.” Jeremiah’s reassurance eased my anxiety.
One day, as I left the office, I was blocked by a scruffy figure.
It was Spencer. His face was covered in stubble, his eyes were bloodshot, and he radiated a sense of defeat.
He grabbed my wrist and said in an almost pleading tone, “Yvonne, Shannon has already gone to remove her name from the title. Can you withdraw the lawsuit? Let’s end this already.”
Disgusted, I shook off his grip, as though pushing away something filthy. “Are you here to plead on her behalf? You shouldn’t have done this in the beginning.”
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He stood there dejected with his head hung low. In a raspy voice, he asked, “Yvonne, what do you want so that you’ll spare us?”
“You want me to spare you?” I looked at him with disdain. “Well, I’m not an obsessive person. Just agree to the divorce, sign the papers, and walk away with nothing. We’ll talk about the rest later.”
He suddenly lifted his head. Surprise flashed in his eyes before he lowered them again. Eventually, he agreed.
Jeremiah worked quickly and uncovered Spencer’s financial history over the past ten years. His salary was considered marital property as well.
What shocked me was the fact that his personal account had 800 thousand dollars in savings!
Meanwhile, my account had only a few thousand dollars.
In the end, the court ruled that Spencer would walk away with nothing. The house and car were mine, and he also had to pay me back the loan I had repaid, totaling over 600 thousand dollars.
As I looked at the verdict, I didn’t feel the joy or sorrow I had expected, only a sense of calm, as if everything had finally fallen into place.
I quickly sold the house, which was full of bad memories, and bought a smaller apartment.
Being alone didn’t seem so bad.
After the divorce, I chopped off my long hair, feeling as though I had finally shed a huge burden.
The days that followed were filled with work, beauty treatments, and fitness routines. I transformed from a disheveled housewife with only Spencer on my mind into a sharp workplace elite.
I accepted Zion’s offer and joined Lionet Group, throwing myself into work.
The promotion came faster than I expected. Within two weeks, I was made the project director, though with one condition. I had to be stationed in Peterborough for a year.
I agreed without hesitation. Leaving the city and breathing fresh air was exactly what I
needed.
A week before I was set to leave, Shannon updated her Instagram.
In the photo, she was holding hands with a man. Both of them were smiling happily. The caption read, “Dreams come true.”
I zoomed in on the image, only to realize that the man wasn’t Spencer, but Leo Sullivan,
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the head of my project in Peterborough and the client I’d be working with
The world really was small.
