"See you at the courthouse entrance tomorrow morning at 9:00 am. Whoever doesn't show up is a coward," I said.My wife, Celia Lynch, froze for a moment, clearly not expecting me to agree so readily.In her opinion, a loser like me, who ran a tiny lottery shop and scraped by on hard-earned money every month, should have dropped to my knees and cried pitifully the moment I heard her bring up divorce.Celia's mother, Meryl Unwin, spat at my feet and mocked, "Stop trying to act tough. Do you think you can shake us off just by agreeing to divorce?"She took out a piece of paper and a pen from beneath the coffee table.Meryl went on, "Sign this debt assumption agreement. Put it in black and white that you, Zac Lorenz, are the one who incurred the gambling debt of 100 million dollars. State clearly that it has absolutely nothing to do with Celia!"I glanced at the document and found it ridiculous.Celia's useless bum of a younger brother, Timmy Lynch, loafed around all day. He somehow
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