Three days later, I arrived at City Hall right on time, but Miranda never showed up. Instead, her assistant brought a new divorce agreement. This time, I was the one leaving the house.
"Miss Moon said if you sign this, she’ll consider allowing you regular visitation to see Miss Olive."
Without further ado, I tore up the agreement.
"Tell her I’ll see her in court."
I already hired an elite lawyer, quickly filing an appeal. But to my surprise, Miranda was one step ahead. The very next day, I received a court summons. She already filed for divorce, accusing me of infidelity and child abuse.
On the day of the trial, every friend and relative who could attend showed up. They were all Miranda’s supporters. Every single one of them looked at me with disdain, including my own parents.
Miranda approached in her high heels and whispered, "It’s not too late to change your mind. If you stop causing trouble and don’t interfere with my night fishing, I’ll give you another chance."
My parents came over too, their expressions cold.
"Don’t block your own path. If you admit your mistakes now, Miranda might forgive you and we’ll still acknowledge you as her husband."
However, I ignored all of them and walked straight to the dock.
Soon, the trial started. Miranda's lawyer delivered an impassioned speech, listing my numerous offenses.
The judge reviewed the evidence and asked me on the spot, "After reviewing the defendant's infidelity and abuse, this court will grant a divorce if there are no objections. The child will be raised by the plaintiff and the defendant will be evicted from the house."
The courtroom erupted in cheers.
Miranda smiled victoriously as Ralph even hugged her in excitement.
Just as the judge was about to strike the gavel, I stood up and objected loudly, "I object. Your honor, I have evidence proving that the plaintiff is the one at fault."
Some people no longer wanted to hide their true feelings, so why would I need to cover up for them?
