Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

I frowned. Hera had thrown so many deceitful schemes at me that I couldn’t trust her to act fairly. Still, I took the paper and read it carefully.

I focused on the wealth distribution. I had hoped there was no trickery left, but I quickly spotted another hidden ploy.

“What do you mean by ’50% of the villa’s current market price‘?” I asked.

She gave me a tired look. “Seriously? You’re benefiting here. The villa’s market value has skyrocketed since we bought it. You’re getting more money than you originally paid.”

“I don’t want that. I want exactly what I paid back then,” I demanded. “And where is my parents‘ mortgage agreement?”

She looked uneasy, surprised I had noticed, but at least she stopped pretending. “I can’t give it to you. I used your parents‘ mortgage money for something else. It has nothing to do with our divorce.”

“What does that mean?” I raised my voice, sensing another trick.

“You’re not as stupid as I thought. But what’s the point? I’ve already given up so much. What more do you want? A summary?” Hera sneered. “Okay, here it is: divorce me, and your parents‘ property will be mine forever. I won’t give it back.”

I froze. Of course she never agreed to what I wanted. She hated the idea so much she threatened to take my parents‘ retirement home. She knew I would sacrifice everything to secure a good home for them.

“How can you be so disgusting?” I spat.

“Please. I’m a wife defending my marriage. There’s nothing wrong with fighting for that,” she said calmly, smiling. “You want me out of your life? Fine. Show me how determined you are. That property is worth 2.8 million dollars now.”

Her smile widened. “Buy it from me, and it’s yours again. Then our marriage ends. But if you can’t? Then blame yourself for failing to do what you desperately want. Forget your fantasies about that girl, accept reality, and live with the fact that you’re still my husband.

“And by the way, the conditions I changed for you are still in effect–including removing the monthly cap. How’s that?”

Hera had slipped back into her role as some kind of goddess controlling me, confident I’d give in and everything would go her way. After all, how could a humble firefighter ever come up with that kind of money?

I laughed bitterly. “You greedy swine.”

Seeing that smug, narcissistic face only made me want the divorce more.