He shot a pointed glance at my mother, then quickly looked away.
Whistling cheerfully, he sauntered from room to room, clearly in high spirits.
"Mom! Come out! Your son's here to take you to claim the prize!"
After searching for a while, Clement turned to glare at my mother and me, his eyes full of suspicion.
"You're trying to keep the lottery ticket for yourselves, aren't you? You've hidden my mom somewhere! Bring her out right now, or I'm calling the police!"
He spoke as though he held the moral high ground, which only made it more infuriating.
I squeezed my mother's hand, offering her silent comfort.
When I looked back at Clement, my gaze was ice cold.
"Just because your own mind is filthy doesn't mean everyone else's is."
I snatched up the divorce papers from nearby, signed my name in one swift stroke, and shoved them hard into his chest.
"Signed. Now get out of my house. Or have you forgotten that my family paid for it?"
I'd never seen it before, but now, looking at this man I'd been married to for three years, I realized I'd never truly known him at all.
There was no telling what schemes he might cook up regarding the house, so I figured I'd remind him preemptively.