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It was only at the registrar’s office that I understood why Patrick had been so bold.
He had transferred ninety percent of our marital assets. Even the house was in his parents‘ names. My half of the remaining asse-
ts amounted to less than three thousand dollars.
He signed the papers without hesitation.
I sighed. I really didn’t want to waste any more time on them. I picked up the pen and signed my name just as quickly.
Patrick’s expression shifted. “You’ll regret this impulsive little act of yours. You’re the one who’s going to suffer. Let’s see how you win back your son now! I’m not withdrawing this application unless you kneel and beg me. Just wait thirty days until you’re officially kicked out of my house!”
He glanced down at my knees, expecting me to drop and apologize.
After all, this had happened many times before. He would force me to file for divorce, then use our son to threaten me into kneeli- ng and begging him to withdraw it. In the past, for Daniel’s sake, I could never go through with it.
This time, I stood up, gave his knee a sharp kick, and walked out.
He chased after me, calling me a “vicious hag.” I ignored him.
I listened to his curses all the way home.
The moment I opened the door, I sensed something was off.
My in–laws were whispering to Daniel, nudging him forward.
The next second, he walked toward me, his face a mask of resentment.
“Hey. Give me the ticket, and I’ll forget what you did. I’ll… graciously let you continue being my mom.”
I smiled and shook my head. “No need to be gracious. I quit.”
He looked ready to explode.
My mother–in–law quickly restrained him and showed me his glasses. “Eliza, stop this nonsense. Look how thick his glasses are. You know better than anyone how hard he’s worked for this. If he misses this chance to study abroad, he’ll have to take the standa- rd exams like everyone else here and live a normal, hopeless life.”
I raised an eyebrow. “How could that be? You and his father are so capable You’ll find a way to get a ticket, won’t you?”
They frowned.
Patrick yelled, “If you can do it, of course we can! But we’re busy, we don’t have time. Besides, you already have one. If we don’t use it, you’ll just accuse us of hurting your feelings later!”
Four pairs of eyes were locked on the ticket in my hand.
I looked at my son’s stubborn, arrogant expression, and at the glasses that were indeed much thicker than last year’s
My heart softened, just for a moment.
Nine. This is the last time.
I took out the ticket and handed it to him
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I took out the ticket and handed it to him.
“From now on, we are even.”
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He snatched it away with a huff. “So dramatic! Now hurry up and go make some ice cream. I want blueberry! Otherwise, I’ll tell Dad
to really divorce you!”
