At the divorce hearing, my husband sat there overflowing with confidence. “You’ll never touch my money again.”. His mistress smiled beside him. “She doesn’t deserve a single dime.”. Then the judge opened my letter, scanned the pages, and suddenly laughed. Lowering his voice, he said, “Oh… this is good.”. The color vanished from both their faces.
The first thing Grant did at our divorce hearing was smile at me as though the outcome had already been decided. The second was place his hand on his mistress’s knee beneath the table, making certain I noticed.
“You’ll never touch my money again,” Grant said, reclining in his tailored navy suit. “Not one dollar.”
Vanessa crossed her red-soled heels beside him and smiled. “She doesn’t deserve a single dime.”
My attorney, Lena Ortiz, kept her attention on the documents before her.
