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    Thalia’s Pov


    As the judge gave out the final divorce judgment, I kept squirming and pulling on my sweater. My mind


    wentpletely nk. I already knew the oue at the back of my mind. While I was idle, foolish,


    and stup*d in love, he nned it all out, calcted it, waited, and struck.


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    I turned my head and nced at the man who was expecting the same oue, noticing his mouth


    curve into a smile. He turned to face the back of the room forcing me to shift my eyes to match his.


    She was in the rear seat, dressed in a yellow dress, a white bo, and wearing her customary fine


    jewelry. She returned my attention with a sarcastic smile. I could see that her ostentatious appearance


    was a product of my wealth, my birthright.


    He spent it all on her: her hair, her jewelry, her nails, her pedicure, manicure, and even her shoes,


    everything down to her pant.


    “Hey, Miss Nash?” Mywyer called my name, “Miss Nash,” but I ignored him. The judge had scarcely


    read out the verdict for two seconds when the m*ron began addressing me by my maiden name.


    I couldn’t take my eyes away from the other woman, who couldn’t even wait for him in the parking lot or


    at their vi. The vi which they both shared and was purchased with my money, my birthright money.


    Everything they possessed was mine, and the court just ruled on thepany and handed it to them


    because I was so foolish as to sign on every piece of paper he ced in front of me. In front of him, I


    used to behave like a naive sixteen-year-old who got proposed to for the first time. I had no idea he


    was methodically robbing me of everything that I owned.


    When I looked around, I observed that everyone was up on their feet. I followed suit and rose from my


    drenched seat as a result of my incessant sweating.


    He moved up to her without shame and they kissed passionately for the entire world to watch. They


    were giving out indications that they didn’t have anything to hide, that they hadn’t done anything wrong.


    Most importantly, it was a calcted attempt to offend me and make me shed


    more tears.


    Mywyer spoke up again, but I ignored him and went to stare at my now-ex-husband. Yes, you’ve


    heard the scenario before: the husband. dumps his boring wife for a more attractive woman. Well sorry


    to blow your bubble, mine was different.


    It started four years ago when Biotechpany, apany owned by Josh Nelson, that’s the man


    who just divorced me and left me with nothing. Hispany was on the verge of bankruptcy when his


    father, myte Father’s best friend, came up with a proposal. And together with my father, they decided


    to merge theirpanies.


    My father’spany was INc biotech and it had just invented a new gadget that was making billions


    and saving lives.


    My father, being a good guy, approved of the union, which was cemented with the marriage of their


    children, which was me and Josh. I was ecstatic about the wedding because I’d always had a thing for


    Josh. It was as if a fantasy hade true.


    And, as the only child of my father, the business was already in my name. To cut a long tale short, we


    married, and everything was OK until my father died two years ago. That’s when I met Josh Nelson, the


    animal.


    I stared at the lovely cheating couple as they left the courtroom.


    “Miss Nash!” When thewyer called again, I eventually turned around and stared at him through tears.


    Because he felt terrible for me, his eyes. could not even establish eye could not even establish eye


    contact. All of thewyers had turned down my case because my signature was all over the ce, but


    Derrick only epted it because he was the husband of one of my high school. ssmates.


    He had already told me that the chances were stacked against me, but that he would do everything he


    could to get me something or establish that Josh had duped me into signing Everything..


    “I’m sorry, Thalia, but we can still appeal this judgment,” he said quietly.


    I wiped away my tears and thanked him profusely. He nodded and attempted to speak, but I hurriedly


    grabbed my handbag. turned, and began walking out of the courtroom.


    I ran into Melissa, Derrick’s wife, at the exit door and she hugged me. “I’m very sorry,” she said, “if you


    need anything or a ce to stay, please don’t hesitate to ask me,” but I just nodded and walked away.


    I didn’t want to trouble her anymore because she had already done so much for me. I entered the


    who was tossed into the trash.


    When a woman entered, I went down and pretended to wash my face, which allowed me to cry even


    more as I continued to pour water on my face. My sweater waspletely saturated by the time I


    came to a halt. I sneered at my idiocy and insignificance.


    My father had given me the sweater I was wearing as a birthday present when I was about sixteen


    years old, but with all the money he left me, I couldn’t even buy myself a new sweater because Josh


    hadplete control over all of my finances, and it never urred to me that he had never bought me


    anything until then.


    To be honest, I never asked him to take me shopping, nor did I ever want to go shopping. I was the


    ideal housewife, focused on making sure he ate home-cooked meals and getting pregnant for him, etc.


    Yes, you read that correctly: I was the owner of a multibillion-dor corporation in which I had no


    knowledge and had no interest. Josh Nelson was the center of my universe, and he was the only thing


    that mattered to me, yet he betrayed me.