“Include an explicit clause stating that I accept zero financial support from him.”

Oscar narrowed his eyes, searching my face for a catch he couldn’t find.

“You understand that once you sign this waiver, you can’t go back to court and ask for alimony?” Oscar asked.

“I understand completely,” I said.

I signed my full name, Elena Varela, on the bottom line of both copies and pushed them back across the mahogany table.

Oscar picked up the signed pages, checked the signatures twice, and slid them into his briefcase, snapping the brass locks shut.