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My mother–in–law realized I was no longer tolerating her attitude. She clutched her chest and started moaning in pain.
But this time she wasn’t faking it – she was really in pain from her condition flaring up.
Seeing this, Lily immediately called 911 and then criticized me:
“Amber, you can make a scene however you want, but how could you speak to Mom like that? She treats me like her own daughter. You’re really going too far! How could Frank have such an inconsiderate wife!”
I laughed and thought to myself, she’s only lived here a few days and is already calling her “Mom” so quickly.
But hearing this, Frank exploded in anger and started cursing at me:
“Amber, I want a divorce! A woman like you doesn’t deserve to be a Foster daughter–in–law! If anything happens to my mom because of you, you’ll never see our daughter again!”
I snorted coldly: “Hurry up and divorce me then! I don’t want to spend my life with a lunatic.”
After I said that, I slammed the door shut in their faces, warning my daughter to never let these mad dogs in again.
Before I could even start the process of reclaiming my premarital assets and personal property from Frank, I ran into Lily again when I took my daughter for a check–up at the hospital. She had the nerve to demand that I hand over the lottery winnings to the Foster family.
I was about to give this white lotus flower a slap, but then I thought about how she probably assumed Frank was rich and wanted to latch onto
him.
Plus thad uncovered some information about her late husband.
2:32 PM
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I immediately took out the divorce agreement and handed it to her:
“Sure, as long as Frank signs this, I’ll give him all the lottery money. After all, he was the one who scratched the ticket.”
Lily was both surprised and delighted when she heard this. She tottered off on her high heels into a hospital room.
I stood outside and overheard her muttering: “What a stupid woman.”
Is that so?
She’ll soon find out who the real fool is.
Before long, I had the signed divorce agreement in hand.
I happily posted on social media to share the good news.
To my surprise, a comment popped up from Frank’s alternate account:
“Give it up. As long as I don’t sign, you won’t get a penny of my money!”
Seeing this, I frantically checked the handwriting.
But those three flamboyant characters spelling out “Frank Foster” were indeed written by his own hand.
I had taught him that cursive signature myself, so there was no way I could mistake it.
He really was obedient – signing whatever Lily told him to without even looking.
But this was exactly what I wanted.
Because Lily couldn’t understand the additional conditions in the divorce agreement:
If the husband engages in any form of infidelity, including emotional affairs, he will unconditionally forfeit all assets.
