Chapter 12: Yvette's Chat

A derisive laugh was heard through the phone, followed by a voice dripping with arrogance. “Owen, it clearly states you’re walking away with nothing in that prenuptial agreement you drafted.”

“It’s only been a few days, and now you’re asking for compensation and separation fees. Let’s be real; isn’t this all about money?” Yvette’s tone was scornful, and I could imagine her smug superiority through the line.

I kept my voice calm but cutting. “All about money? Yvette, that’s rich coming from you. I don’t have time for your games. You can think whatever you want, but you’re paying for that.”

“And why should I?” she shot back coolly.

“For a whole year, I cooked every meal, handled everything around the house, and took care of your parents. If you’d hired someone to do all that, it would’ve cost a small fortune. I was your housekeeper. So, a parting fee doesn’t sound unreasonable, does it?”

In truth, after everything I’d done for her over four years, even two million wouldn’t make up for it. But Yvette remained unmoved. “That’s your job as a husband. And you’re bragging about it?”

My face flushed, embarrassed and angry. I never wanted her money, but right now, my uncle desperately needed financial support. Legally, I had a right to part of our shared assets – if anything, I was already being penalized.

“Yvette, yes, a husband is supposed to care for his wife. But a wife should also care for her husband. You’ve never done that. If I hadn’t been looking out for you, who knows what state you’d be in?”

“Let’s put it this way. A lot of our assets are marital property. Shouldn’t I get a share?”

There was a long pause before she finally said, “Seven million.”

“So, you’ll give me my share of the money, and make sure you never have to see me again. We can both move on.”

She gave a decisive laugh. “Your dad already called me about a new business project he wants to invest in. Isn’t that why you’re so eager to divorce—to get money?”

“He has a project if you come with me to a family dinner,” she added.

My mood darkened instantly. My dad had been pestering her again, despite my warning. And now, he was dragging me into his schemes.

Noting my silence, she continued, “Grandpa likes you. If you come to this dinner, I’ll help your dad with his project, and you can stop making a fuss over this divorce.”