He looked thinner.
He gave me a weak, almost sympathetic smile.
I kept my expression calm and professional.
After hours of negotiations, Brandon was required to surrender the hidden accounts so the marital property could be divided fairly.
He was also held responsible for the fraudulent loans he had taken out using my name.
A strict permanent restraining order was put in place to keep him away from my mother.
Before the final papers were signed, Brandon asked me for five minutes alone.
I agreed only on the condition that we remain inside the open conference room with the door wide open.
He sat across from me.
“I never imagined in a million years that our life would end like this.”
“Neither did I, Brandon.”
He looked down at his hands.
“I’m in therapy now, Elena. I know I made terrible mistakes. And I know I was wrong about your mother.”
