Countdown to My Divorce

Sasha was yelling through sobs.

“Oh, Jim…! Why did you leave in such a rush…?”

She was wearing a brand–new black dress, the brooch at her collar glinting coldly in the evening light. She looked less like she was mourning and more like she had intentionally dressed herself up.

Rachel clenched her fists so hard, her nails dug into the flesh of her palms.

How dare Sasha come to Jim’s funeral to put on such a pretentious act? Was she still not giving up?

Rachel approached Sasha and asked unceremoniously, “Shall I call for security, or are you going to walk out by yourself?”

Sasha slowly turned around and pulled out a napkin from her bag.

“Rachel, you can’t be this heartless! Your brother and I don’t have a roof over our heads anymore. We lead our lives exposed to the harsh elements outside. Now that your dad is gone, you should at least give us a portion of the Lloyd family inheritance. This is your dad’s medical report,” Sasha said, passing Rachel a document.

It was a report from the city’s mental health institute, with the words “tendency for paranoid personality disorder” circled in red.

Rachel’s uncle inhaled sharply. “Jim was…”

Rachel warned. “She found herself a fake doctor to do a

her hands on the family inheritance. My dad lay on the

doctor to conduct a psychiatric assessment for your dad, and he diagnosed your dad as having a mental condition. In that case, your dad’s rewritten will

be reconsidered.”

made special emphasis back then, stating that it was just a stress response.

paled. However, she quickly

eyes of the law!” She tilted her

laughed, but the smile didn’t reach her

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walked to a table and opened the bottom–most

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Jim usually took, there was a metal tin box with a thin layer

contents, Sasha’s face paled

last month. The doctor’s signature was appended right there, every page indicating that the patient was

worried that you’d have your eyes on the inheritance and made a special effort to go for

out a document and showed it to everyone around

Notary Office. Two officers were present the day the will was signed, proving that Dad was as clear–minded