After the Divorce, I Took Everything

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Eight years of marriage, and never once had I imagined I'd be at a charity gala, listening to my husband's family discuss my divorce.

That night, Louis's mother was hosting a dinner party at their Florida coastal estate. I went to the study to find Louis, but stopped just outside the door when I heard his father Richard's voice: "She still doesn't know?"

The lawyer, David, answered, "As long as Louis files the divorce petition by the end of the month, the family trust kicks in. By then, Joyce can move into the house by the lake."

Divorce? My blood ran cold. And Joyce—that was Louis's ex-girlfriend.

I turned and walked back to the banquet hall. Louis appeared moments later, sliding his arm around my waist like nothing had happened.

I didn't confront him. Instead, I took the property, bank, and company documents I'd kept all these years and went to see a lawyer named Rachel.

She flipped to the "Corporate Restructuring Authorization" I'd signed three years ago at Louis's request, and her face went pale.

"Your husband used your signature to transfer all your marital equity into the family company."

I was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.

So this was what they'd been planning—not just a divorce. They wanted to leave me with nothing?

I closed the file. "Then let's divorce."

Rachel looked at me. "Are you sure?"

"Of course." I picked up my bag.

"The marriage can end."

"But what he took from me... he doesn't get to keep a single piece of it."