“Yes, it’s finished. I’m coming to you now,” he murmured, his eyes avoiding mine. “The checkup is today, isn’t it? Don’t worry, Allison. My entire family is meeting us there. Your child is the heir to our legacy, after all. We’re coming to see our boy.”
The mediator pushed the final copies toward him. David didn’t read them. He scribbled his name with a jagged flourish and tossed the pen onto the desk with practiced contempt.
“There’s nothing to divide,” he said, directing his words at the mediator as if I were a piece of discarded furniture. “The condo was my premarital asset. The car is mine. As for the children—Aiden and Chloe—if she wants to drag them along, let her. It’s less hassle for my new life.”
His older sister, Megan, stood by the door like a sentinel of spite. “Exactly,” she chimed in, her voice sharp enough to draw blood. “David is getting married to a woman who is actually giving this family a son. Who would want a used-up housewife with two kids in tow anyway?”
The words hung in the air, meant to sting, but they fell flat. I had been submerged in their cruelty for so long that I had developed gills. I simply reached into my purse, pulled out a heavy brass ring, and slid it across the mahogany table.
“The keys to the condo,” I said calmly. “We moved the last of our things yesterday.
David smirked, a look of triumph crossing his face. “Commendable. You’re finally catching on to your station, Catherine.”
“What isn’t yours, you eventually have to return,” Megan added, fueling the fire of her brother’s arrogance.
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