The Architect of My Own Survival
It is, I think, the only real victory that mattered.
Chapter 22 — The Divorce
My divorce was, in the end, the least dramatic instrument in the whole affair — a set of papers, signed in a lawyer’s office, dissolving a thing that had already dissolved itself.
But I made it a clean and total severance, because I had learned exactly what leaving a door open costs.
The financial settlement followed the forensic trail: what Desmond had taken, documented and clawed back where it could be, and the marital assets divided under the harsh light of everything the accountant had found.
He fought none of it in the end.
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