demanded a meeting.
We agreed on a quiet coffee shop near the medical campus.
Marcus arrived perfectly dressed in a tailored suit, expensive watch, and crisp white shirt. He sat opposite me with the confidence of someone who still believed he controlled the situation.
“I assume you’ve finished making your point,” Marcus said, leaning back. “Instruct your lawyer to withdraw the petition, and let’s go home.”
I pushed the separation agreement toward him.
“Read page three.”
His expression hardened at the 50/50 division of our home equity.
“Fifty percent?
