A Web of Deceit

a divorce

ment at Larry Spencer, I could

d hugged me, saying, "Honey, tell me what I'm doing

almly said, "Some mistakes c

ntence, yet Larry und

listen to me explain. At that time, I wanted

errupting him, "I don't want to talk about the past.

, think about our sweet moments in the past and our child. What will

appy. Back then, he was energetic and ambitious, always fi

e got married. Larry seemed lik

ould quit. Over half of the year, he spent at

s me, but he also often nitpicked to me and lost his

th a daughter, she insisted I should get rid of the baby, and Larry n

neither he nor his mother ever looked at me or our chil

nd I finally understood why my paren

wn stubbornness that led to today's situation,

mine, and the child is yours," Seeing my insistence on divorce,

, turned around, and looked at Larry in

, and savings are mine. You lea

hadn't misheard,

on you, so you should compensate me," Larry said as if it was only natural and added, "Moreover, you gav

I wouldn't have believed that

ry had nothing. We had a

from my parents, who couldn't

o the house and car? Was there any of your money in our savings? For the past two

f I didn't wor

twelve. The first thing you did with your salary was hand it over to your

t I purchase you a can of form

." I s

ch. Wasn't it normal for them to buy us a house and a car? With your high salary, what's wrong with you contributing more to the family? My mom raised me on

m justified, and you should help me because you're rich," I had a su

tening. What's truly daunting is

rty mentality," constantly negat

himself and always felt the w

energy to argue with Larry a

ck the door at home with my key, only to

rry. The phone rang for a long ti

rry said, there was im

e the lock at

ected me, saying, "Thi

mine, and it has nothing to do with you. If you're smart, leaving and don't bother me again. Oh by the

ss before, I didn't expect he c

t the fatigue from the lengthy nig

had thought. Instead, he calmly said, "A house is no

ry decided to shamelessly make a s

der and said, "Don't w

ed upstairs, and asked softly, "

he stepped outside, he stopped and looked around with wide eyes, just like you did when y

rs and get sleep for

le night shift, and I coul

saying, "Claire Lowe, what the hell did you mean? It was just one house, and you sued me? Your family is so rich, did you re