I kept my face still.
The mediator looked uncomfortable and pushed the final documents toward Bradley.
“You need to review the asset division before signing.”
Bradley barely glanced at them. He signed with arrogant confidence and tossed the papers back.
“There’s nothing to divide,” he said. “The penthouse is mine. The SUV is mine. If she wants the kids, she can take them. Less trouble for me.” High-endproperty management
His sister Brittany smiled cruelly.
“He’ll be marrying a real woman soon anyway. One who’s actually carrying his son.”
An aunt near the window added, “She’ll come crawling back in a month. Who wants a woman with two kids?”
Their words floated through the office, ugly and poisonous.
But they no longer cut me.
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