All Chapters of Love With Limits: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The first thing Lawrence Yancey said when he returned was, "Drop the charges."He placed the court summons on the dining table, sounding more like he was informing rather than discussing with me.I put the last shirt on a neatly folded pile of clothes in my luggage case."You're seriously bringing me to court over a necklace?"He tugged at his necktie and sat opposite me. "Wendy just joined us, and her birthday coincided with our project closing. As her supervisor, it's not too much to give her a gift."I shut my luggage case."Not at all."The angles of this face softened. "So, drop the lawsuit. I'll go with you to court tomorrow to explain things.""I'm not dropping it."Lawrence stared at me for a few seconds and suddenly picked up his phone.Soon after, I received a text from the bank.[The supplementary card ending in 7319 has been suspended.]"I'll have your card suspended until you calm down."He leaned back into his chair and said calmly, "Your expenses have been g

The next day, I brought my mom to the bank.She had retrieved a passbook and stuffed it in my hand."I have 280,000 dollars in here, left behind by your dad. I had wanted to give it to you after you became a mother."I didn't take it. "Mom, I can settle this by myself.""You even have to walk on eggshells to get money to pay for public transport. How are you going to settle this by yourself?"My mom's eyes turned red. "Niki, I've always advised you to bear with whatever comes because I thought Lawrence was a good husband, since he doesn't fool around with other women, have violent tendencies, or have a drinking habit."I was wrong."I pushed the passbook back into her hand. "My lawyer has applied for property preservation. I'm not leaving the marriage with nothing."The moment I said so, I received a call from Lawrence's lawyer.He said civilly, "Ms. Scott, the property purchase contract for the marital home under Mr. Yancey's name was dated before your wedding and is therefor

When the police walked through the door, Mrs. Yancey was on her knees, picking up the pieces of the agreement I had torn.Lawrence stood in front of me, blocking their view. "This is our family's internal affair. We can resolve it privately."I handed the mortgage document and recording to the police."Please look into this and determine for yourself whether this is merely a family dispute."The police verified the information I handed them and looked at Lawrence. "You had someone sign on the field for your spouse's signature?""It wasn't convenient for her to come back. I sought her verbal permission to do this."I asked, "When did I agree to do this?"Lawrence didn't answer my question.During that time, I had been with Mr. Lawrence every day, accompanying him for his rehabilitation therapy. My call records would reflect this clearly.He had never mentioned the mortgage, not to mention Wendy's house.Mrs. Yancey cut in. "My son earned the money. Why can't he buy a house wit

At the first court mediation session, Lawrence rejected getting a divorce.The mediator asked, "Is there a chance of reconciliation?""Yes."Lawrence answered very quickly. "We don't have any irreconcilable differences, just differences in our approaches to financial management."I looked at the mediator and said, "No."Lawrence turned to face me. "Niki, I've paid off all of your mom's medical fees and lifted the limit on your card.""I've returned it all.""I even sent the property documents to your lawyer.""You only did so after the court froze the properties."The mediator flipped through our documents. "Mr. Yancey, Ms. Scott claims that you've put her under long-term financial control and even forged her signature to transfer assets. What is your response to her accusations?"Lawrence said darkly, "I am in charge of all of our family's expenses. I set a limit to her spending to prevent impulse buying. I admit signing the document on her behalf wasn't appropriate, but it

After my divorce, I moved back in with my mom.Recovery of her foot was slow, and I accompanied her for her rehabilitation therapy every day.Without the 300-dollar spending limit, I didn't need to take photos of receipts all the time.The first time I went to the supermarket after everything was over, I bought a box of peaches worth 40 dollars.When I paid for it, I automatically opened my phone camera.My mom pressed my phone down. "Just buy it. Why are you taking a photo of it?"I stood stunned for a few seconds before putting my phone back into my bag.That box of peaches was sweet.When I ate the third one, I finally realized that I was still waiting for an approval message that never existed.Lawrence would come every week.He never entered the house, merely leaving some medicine and fruits at the door.My mom never took them.Once, it was pouring, and he stood there for two hours.When I opened the door, I saw that his hair was completely drenched."I've arranged f