My spirits lifted immediately, so I responded, "The court hearing is in seven days. Thanks for all the hard work. I'll triple your fee."
"Hmph, is this detective short on money? After I help you with this, all I need is for you to fulfill one wish of mine," Sharon said with a smile.
"Okay." I agreed right away, since I fully trust Sharon's professional skills as a well-known private detective.
With seven days ahead, that would be enough time for me to firmly establish myself on the show.
News of my decision to divorce Cindy soon spread among our family and friends and they all began to condemn me.
[You scumbag! My cousin didn't even look down on you for being a country bumpkin, but you're the one acting like a jerk now. Seriously, you're sick!]
[You're divorcing over a box of custard pie? Have you lost your mind? Or did someone slam your head into a door? How can you betray the Swansons' kindness all these years?]
[Don't let me catch you, or I'll punch you in the face!]
[Scum! Bastard! Shameless! Just die already!]
Each word was more ruthless than the last and I just let them bombard me with those insults.