My Husband Sold My Two Million Dollar Land For Five Dollars To His Girlfriend
He did not look up immediately when I sat down, instead focusing on the thick blue folder open in front of him.
The air in the office smelled of old paper and the lemon oil he used on his bookshelves twice a year.
“The language is quite clear, Lily,” Marcus said, picking up a small silk cloth to polish his lenses.
“I need to understand how we got here, Marcus,” I said, my voice matching the slow rhythm of the ceiling fan overhead.
I reached down and adjusted my silver belt buckle, feeling the cool metal under my thumb.
Marcus settled his glasses back onto his nose and tapped a single finger against the paper.
“The document you signed at the derby party was the final execution page of the postnuptial agreement we drafted three years ago,” he said.
“Samuel told me it was a routine authorization for the herd insurance,” I said.
“He lied to you about the contents, but he filed the actual agreement with the county clerk to establish what he believed was a fifty-percent claim on the future appreciation of the ranch,” Marcus said.
