No one cared about what I had to say.Declan Smith, my husband, grabbed the car keys off the coffee table and said, "Let's go, Rebecca. Your daughter's health comes first."Edward Smith—my eight-year-old son—stood in front of Rebecca Nolan, the widow of Declan's late friend, eyeing me cautiously. "Stay out of it, Mom."I didn't spare any of them a glance. I called my lawyer, Helen Lawson, and said, "I'm getting a divorce, so please draft the paperwork right now, Ms. Lawson. I'll send you the complete list of our assets within 20 minutes."I then called my mother. "I'm getting a divorce, Mom, so I need you to come pick me up."I ended the call and looked up. "I won't stop you if you want to stand surety for her, but we're getting a divorce first."In that instant, everyone in the room fell silent.Declan's expression hardened. "Are you threatening me with divorce, Willa?"I took out my camera and began looking for a suitable angle to film from.Rebecca burst into tears. "I-I do
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