Three hundred grand.
Stuart couldn’t scrape that together even if he sold himself
So, after years of radio silence–ever since I refused to adopt Peter–he finally swallowed his pride and came crawling back.
His excuse? He needed money for a “gift” for his boss.
“If you don’t trust me, I’ll even write you an IOU!” He tried to sound confident, but his eyes darted, clearly hoping I’d be understanding enough to let it slide.
I laughed and tossed the video in his face.
“Stuart, I’m divorcing you.”
And not just that–I was taking back every penny he’d spent on Peter and Carmen.
Legally, my parents‘ inheritance was mine alone, including the house we lived in. But our salaries? Marital assets. Meaning in the divorce, we’d split them down the middle.
I made a thousand less than him, so I’d even walk away with a little extra. Consider it pain and suffering compensation.
Stuart must’ve felt his whole world caving in.
On one side? Benson–a real ex–con with nothing to lose waiting for his money. On the other? Peter’s hospital bills. Rosie was broke, and her husband refused to pay, so that mess fell on him too. And now? Me, handing him divorce papers.
My PI had stacked up years‘ worth of dirt on his affairs. And with Peter–his illegitimate son–he didn’t stand a chance in court.
But I wasn’t in a rush.
Right after filing for divorce, I vanished–no goodbyes, no forwarding address.
Desperate people do desperate things. And Stuart? He was drowning. I wasn’t about to push him far enough to start thinking a hitman was his best option. If he cut a deal with Benson, it’d be too easy–get rid of me, take my assets, problem solved.
So I played it smart. Kept my PI stirring the pot between them.
The breaking point? Stuart’s boss’s mother’s birthday party
Stuart was so buried in his mess, he never even noticed the little extra my PI slipped into his gift box–high–res photos of his boss’s affair.
The second the box was opened, the room went dead silent. His boss’s face darkened. Then his wife, right there in front of all their fancy guests, slapped him hard.
The classy party? Instantly a full–blown scandal.
Stuart got fired on the spot.
Word spread fast–his boss swore he’d make sure Stuart never worked in the industry again.
And as if that wasn’t enough? Benson caught up with him on his way home.
