"Miss Taylor, I’m your divorce lawyer," a deep familiar voice sounded from the other end.
I jolted at that moment. I opened my mouth, "Maxim Garrison?"
Maxim had been my college boyfriend. Our breakup had been quite messed up.
With our families fiercely opposed to our relationship, we had ended things on the worst possible terms.
I never thought I’d cross paths with Maxim again. I also had not imagined that Cissy would ask him to be my divorce lawyer.
Cissy had only told me that Maxim was the best divorce attorney in the field.
If Maxim could not win a divorce case, I was certain that no one could.
Maxim wasted no time. As soon as I finished explaining the situation, he drafted a divorce agreement and sent it to me.
He texted. [Install a surveillance camera at home and collect evidence.]
That was Maxim. He always said straight to the point without saying unnecessary pleasantries.
I quickly set aside any lingering nostalgia and focused on preparing the divorce paperwork.
However, unexpectedly, before I even had a chance to install the camera, the evidence delivered itself.
At dawn, Lilith sent me a video. It was a dashcam footage of her and Mario having sex in his car.
[Every single day of your pregnancy, this is how Mario spent his time. He was with me.]
[Frankly, he only married you to have a son.]
[He’s always loved me. Every trick he used to chase you? I taught him. I am also the one who picked all the gifts he gave you.]
[The bags and clothes he gave you? They were all second-hand fakes. However, mine? They’re all authentic!]
Lilith bombarded me with more messages. Each one was more taunting than the last. However, one thing she never mentioned was who the baby’s real parents were.
I read her texts and couldn't help but laugh. No wonder every single gift Mario had ever given me was perfect for me.
All those well-orchestrated romantic gestures, those heartfelt confessions were not made by Mario. Instead, the real maker was his ex-wife.
I forwarded the video and chat screenshots to Maxim.
A few minutes later, he responded with a single word, [Received.]
That same night, he informed me that the divorce papers had already been sent to Mario’s company.
The next morning, I was woken by the sound of Tara's playing and the blaring noise of the TV from the living room.