I stood tall, even as my skin throbbed from the burn, and said calmly, “You’re right, Andrew. Ten minutes is perfect.”
He frowned. “Perfect for what?”
I pushed the first document toward him with deliberate steadiness.
Ten minutes later, the entire room looked different. And the chaos he had unleashed upon me—without a second thought—was now turning back toward him. The Evidence He Never Expected Me to Have
At first, Andrew grabbed the papers with irritation, assuming I was trying to make a scene.
He always assumed I would bend, break, apologize—anything to keep peace. But the moment he saw the heading Divorce Petition, supported by documented evidence of mistreatment, he went still. “What… what is this?” he asked, his voice suddenly thin.
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