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Everything moved fast after that.
Marcus didn’t hire a lawyer.
Couldn’t afford one. Or more like-didn’t have the balls.
Because if this went to court, those group chat screenshots, bank statements, property records-the whole evidence file read like a murder confession.
His lawyer reviewed everything and called him back same day.
“Settle out of court. Do not let this go to trial.”
Translation: You’re gonna get destroyed in front of a judge.
He signed.
Riverside house? Mine.
Northgate condo? Bought during the marriage with my money-mine.
Savings split by contribution. He got seventy thousand dollars.
Seventy grand.
After eight years of bleeding our “joint account” dry? That’s nothing.
Because that account was bone dry. Every dollar spent on Lily’s rent, steakhouse dinners, spa trips, condo renovations.
All gone.
Signing day at the courthouse.
He showed up in a wrinkled white shirt. Hair unwashed. Looked like he’d been sleeping in his car.
After he signed, he looked at me with these pathetic puppy eyes.
“Mia… I’m deleting that group chat.”
“Don’t.”
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He froze.
“Keep it. I’m leaving anyway.”
I pulled out my phone. Opened “Our Family.”
7 members.
I was the seventh.
Hit Leave Group.
“Mia Bennett has left the group.”
Cleaner than when I joined.
Walked out into light rain.
Marcus stood on the courthouse steps like a lost dog. No umbrella.
I had one in my bag.
Didn’t open it.
We went opposite directions.
Sarah filled me in on what happened next.
Lily found out about the divorce settlement the same day the court finalized it.
That Northgate condo? Not hers anymore.
She called Marcus. He fed her some bullshit about “figuring it out.”
She called again the next day,
And the next.
Day four? Number disconnected,
Marcus changed his number.
He went to the condo to find her.
Empty.
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She’d cleared out everything. Furniture, clothes, kitchen stuff. Even that bougie flower stand from the balcony.
Gone.
Sarah was cackling when she told me.
“You wanna know what Patricia’s saying now?”
“What?”
“That woman was a gold-digger from day one.””
I didn’t laugh.
Eight years ago Patricia was all “Lily sweetie, you should’ve been here ages ago!”
Now? Gold-digger trash.
Marcus moved back in with Mommy and Daddy.
Thirty-five years old. No house. No money. No mistress.
Nothing.
He never texted me again.
Vanessa did though. Once.
“Mia… you doing okay?”
I left her on read.
Not because I was mad.
Because there was nothing left to say.
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