She took one look at my thin, exhausted face and shot out of her chair.
“Clara! My God, what happened to you?”
“I need you to draft divorce papers,” I said evenly.
Sarah initially assumed illness and anger were driving me.
Then I put my tablet on her desk and showed her the timeline, system logs, and protocol.
I wasn’t interested in revenge or taking Marcus’s assets. We had no children. I proposed dividing the equity in our marital home equally while keeping our individual accounts, cars, and personal belongings
