My attorney, Miriam, asked me more than once whether I wanted her to push for a larger settlement.
Each time, I gave her the same answer.
“No. Let him sign exactly what he believes he’s winning.”
So Daniel signed.
He barely read the documents.
He ignored the annexes.
At one point, he was texting Vanessa while Miriam explained a disclosure clause directly in front of him.
He signed anyway.
And without understanding it, he gave up the one thing he had never considered valuable.
My silence.
Now he stood outside the courthouse holding the divorce decree as if it proved he had defeated me.
“You’re going to regret being so difficult,” he said.
I smiled faintly.
“Daniel, I was never difficult.”
His expression tightened.
“I was useful. You simply confused the two.”
Then I turned around and walked away.
At the airport, I bought a black coffee and booked a one-way ticket using my maiden name.
