Summer looked smug. She pulled out our marriage certificate and waved it in my face.
"This right."
"The house and car were bought after we married. That makes them marital property. By law, marital property gets split fifty-fifty in a divorce."
"What's wrong? Shocked? Maybe you should've studied harder and learned how the law works. Heh."
Looking at that smug expression, I sneered inside.
The more pleased you are now, the harder you'll fall later.
"In your dreams," I spat. "I'd rather die than give you half."
"Then I'll see you in court!"
She twisted her hips and slammed the door behind her.
I watched her go and smiled to myself.
That's exactly what I wanted you to say.
In court, I wouldn't just expose your true face—I'd make you pay for your greed.
Soon, our divorce case went to trial.
Summer and Gavin walked into the courtroom arm in arm, with her mother Hailey trailing behind like a strategist entering battle.
The moment Summer walked in, she shot me a provocative look. I didn't bother responding.
The judge's gavel came down. The hearing began.
Summer's lawyer submitted the documents, explaining that our combined marital assets—real estate, vehicles, savings—totaled forty million.
They demanded an even split according to the law.
The judge reviewed the materials and approved the request on the spot.
After the verdict, Summer linked arms with Gavin and sauntered over, smug as hell. She leaned in close, voice dropping to a whisper. "So what if you don't agree? I still walked away with half your assets and my next happiness."
She smirked. "What's wrong, idiot? About to drop dead from anger?"
I laughed coldly. "Don't celebrate too soon. I haven't even started."
I signaled my lawyer to submit the next round of materials.
The moment they flashed on the courtroom screen, the room erupted. Summer and her mother went ghost-white, then crumpled to the floor.
