"Fine. I'll admit I was in the wrong here."
"I'll tell Abigail to pack her things and move out. You can move in. Happy now?"
I said nothing. I just handed him the itemized statement I'd prepared.
"The $30,000 down payment on the house, plus the $20,000 in savings you told me to leave with you for safekeeping. Principal and interest. All of it."
"Unless you'd rather I stop worrying about your reputation and take this to court."
Max's eyes landed on the document. The corner of his mouth twitched.
"Madeline, are you serious right now?"
"We're husband and wife. We have a marriage certificate. You're really going to nickel-and-dime me like this?"
I didn't bother responding. I signed the divorce agreement, slid it across the table toward him.
"I'd suggest you sign this and pay up. Fast. The longer you wait, the worse it gets for you."
The color drained from Max's face as he watched me walk calmly out the door.
He muttered a curse under his breath and hurled a throw pillow at the couch.
What he didn't know was that the moment I stepped outside the building, I did one thing.