Chapter 12
Chapter 12
The divorce application was approved very quickly.
We went through litigation. Combined with Cole’s criminal conviction, the divorce was a foregone
conclusion.
Cole was supposedly the “only male heir for nine generations” in his family. There were hardly any close relatives. As for distant ones, hearing that he had committed a crime and was implicated in his own parents’ deaths, they were even less willing to get involved.
His village even struck his name from the clan registry, saying it was too shameful.
I sold the house we lived in. Just as I had discussed during that initial divorce talk, I split all the assets
ifty-fifty.
Cole’s share, naturally, I handed over entirely to the victim, Mr. Bennett, as an expression of apology.
Beyond that, I only kept a sum for living expenses, enough to cover Cole’s basic needs for food, clothing, and other essentials for the twenty years he would likely be in prison.
The victim’s family did not blame me. They were even very grateful that I had provided various pieces of evidence. They asked me if I needed them to issue a letter of leniency for Cole.
Ismiled and shook my head: “No need. A beast who could do that to his own parents deserves to be where
le belongs.”
On the day the verdict was announced, I walked out of the courthouse and looked up at the sunlight treaming down from the sky.
The gloom that had clung to me for so long dissipated completely at that moment.
Smiling, I ran towards my parents who had come to pick me up. Their familiar embrace made me feel the
warmth of home.
My lawyer best friend patted my shoulder from behind: “Now that the divorce is over, maybe we can think about taking a trip. How about… the Northwest?”
My parents and I spoke at exactly the same time: “No! Absolutely not!”
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