The divorce was brutal. Peter left with everything—$2 million in assets, the mansion, the Porsche, even our savings. His smug grin screamed victory, as if he’d gutted me completely. But as Cindy signed the final papers, a small laugh slipped out. Poor Peter had no idea what was coming.
The courtroom was colder than a tomb, but Cindy sat unmoved, her expression calm as the judge rattled off Peter’s new spoils. Every smug glance he shot her was met with silence. He thought he’d won. Little did he know, Cindy had left out one devastating detail—a secret he’d never see coming.
As the proceedings ended, Cindy rose, a faint smile playing on her lips. Peter didn’t notice; his triumph blinded him. She walked past him, steady and serene, her secret tucked tightly away. His victory was short-lived—because Cindy wasn’t beaten. She had just begun.