“And this,” I smiled warmly, “is a formal petition for divorce, along with an emergency freeze on all marital assets.”
Evelyn looked down at the photos of her son entering hotel rooms with another woman, her hand trembling as she covered her mouth in absolute shame. My mother-in-law had spent two years lecturing me about being a “supportive wife,” but seeing the cold evidence of her son’s betrayal left her completely speechless.
“You hosted a dinner… just to do this?” Julian rasped out, his hands shaking as he stared at the legal papers.
“No,” I replied, taking a slow sip of my water. “I hosted a dinner so that when I threw you out of my house, your family would be right here to pick up your trash.”
PART 3: THE STRIPPING OF THE HOUSE
“Get out,” my father said, his voice dropping into a low, terrifying register as he stepped between me and Julian.
