By afternoon, the papers arrived, delivered to her in a pristine envelope as if the legal document inside hadn’t just obliterated her world. Cindy read through them slowly, her hands trembling. The mansion, the Porsche, the savings—Peter was keeping everything. She was left with nothing but the clothes on her back.
She wanted to scream, to fight, to drag him into court and expose his cruelty. But Cindy knew better. Peter could afford the best lawyers money could buy. He would crush her in a legal battle without blinking. The power imbalance was suffocating, and Cindy felt like a pawn in a game she couldn’t win.