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…”

herself a

My dad lay on the bed,

psychiatric assessment for your dad, and he

be reconsidered.”

at Sasha. “Did you forget? The doctor made special emphasis back then, stating that it was just a stress response. It

However, she quickly recovered

records serve as proof! He was mentally unstable when he wrote that will, and thus it is illegitimate in the eyes of the law!” She tilted her head, insisting, “We were once husband and wife. It makes no sense that the house and money

but the

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a table

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was a metal tin box with a thin

she poured out its contents, Sasha’s

records, the latest one dated last month. The doctor’s signature was appended right there, every page indicating

inheritance and made a special effort to go for a psychiatric assessment

and showed it to

were present the day the will was signed, proving that Dad was as clear–minded as he could