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8. TERMS & CONDITIONS

Author: Starrynights
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-14 07:31:30

CHAPTER EIGHT

TERMS & CONDITIONS

I’m not much of a drinker. Honestly, I’d rather be in my home gym, pounding the hell out of the punching bag whenever the weight of life starts pressing down. That kind of physical release; that’s my therapy. But tonight? Tonight, I’m three glasses of wine deep, and the buzz is creeping in just as fast as the cold, harsh truth of my reality. It’s setting in with every sip, like a tide I can’t hold back.

This is my life now. What a fucking joke!

For the past hour, ever since my mother-in-law walked out of my front door and left me sitting in silence, I’ve been trying to deny it all. I even called my lawyer, desperate to find a crack in the prenup. A loophole, a technicality, anything that could help me crawl out of this mess with my dignity and wallet intact.

No such luck.

According to her, there’s only one way out of this marriage without handing over a cent: make him file for the divorce. If he does that, I walk away with a jaw-dropping fifty million
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