Summer's lawyer submitted the documents, explaining that our combined marital assets—real estate, vehicles, savings—totaled forty million.
They demanded an even split according to the law.
The judge reviewed the materials and approved the request on the spot.
After the verdict, Summer linked arms with Gavin and sauntered over, smug as hell. She leaned in close, voice dropping to a whisper. "So what if you don't agree? I still walked away with half your assets and my next happiness."
She smirked. "What's wrong, idiot? About to drop dead from anger?"
I laughed coldly. "Don't celebrate too soon. I haven't even started."
I signaled my lawyer to submit the next round of materials.
The moment they flashed on the courtroom screen, the room erupted. Summer and her mother went ghost-white, then crumpled to the floor.
