Now I understood why my mom was so angry back then, while I was still sympathetic to Antwan's busy schedule.
[What do you mean?] I asked.
[Just what a secretary means.]
She replied and then stopped responding.
She had some nerve in sending those messages to make me imagine all sorts of things.
As I was thinking, a message from Antwan came in. [Where are you? Didn't you say you wanted a divorce?]
[My lawyer found some issues with the divorce agreement. It needs to be revised,] I replied.
Indeed, there were issues, and they weren't small.
[Sue Walton, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Sixty percent of the post-marriage assets isn't enough for you?]
[I warn you, don't ask for more. Otherwise, you won't get a penny.]
Reading these messages, I was stunned. Did Antwan think I cared about his money?
I immediately called my mom and told her I wanted to divorce Antwan.
After a year of marriage, I was tired of seeing his face. There was nothing to miss.
"What's wrong, sweetie? Did Antwan bully you?" my dad asked, grabbing the phone, his voice urgent.
"Nothing, I'll tell you when I get back. We don't need to do business with him anymore." That was my main goal.