“She’s just a little girl, who cares? If you want her, you can have her!” Margaret scoffed.
Ignoring her, I glanced at the divorce agreement.
The greedy Andrew, having latched onto a wealthy heiress, still wanted to split our marital assets with me.
“Andrew, I don’t want a divorce. Can we not do this?”
“Emily, can you stop being so annoying?” Andrew nearly shouted, “I have no feelings left for you; I can’t continue like this! If you don’t agree to the divorce, don’t blame me if I leave you hanging!”
Of course, he was worried.
After all, that heiress’s family was richer than mine.
“Just sign the papers already! While you’re still young, you can still secure a decent dowry and find someone new. If you wait two more years with a child in tow, who would want you?” Margaret added condescendingly.
I wiped my tears while inwardly snickering.
After a moment, I pretended to make up my mind. “I’ll sign, but I won’t sign this agreement. Andrew, since you want the divorce, you’ll have to leave empty–handed, and I get full custody of our daughter.”
“What!” Margaret shouted in panic, “Why should my son leave empty–handed? He’s wasted so many years on you–he deserves some compensation!”
Margaret truly had no shame.
It was her son who had pursued me, like a persistent mosquito; and now he’d cheated time and again, yet she had the gall to ask for compensation?
Moreover, she clearly didn’t care about her granddaughter.
Well, she was willing to sell her own grandchild; why would she care about custody?
It was sad to see a woman so focused on male heirs!
But arguing with her was pointless now. I tearfully said, “I don’t want a divorce. If you’re not willing to let him leave with nothing, then we just won’t divorce.”
Andrew hesitated for a moment and stepped out to make a call.
When he returned, he declared haughtily, “Fine, I agree to leave with nothing! What’s the big deal? Emily, you think I care about your family’s
assets?”
I felt a surge of joy.
The first step was accomplished.
