After ten years of marriage, I want everything divided fairly… even now, it still matters. A decade is not insignificant.

He looked up abruptly.

“That’s not what I was told.”

“You didn’t read it. You said you trusted me.”

Silence.

“That doesn’t apply,” he argued weakly. “You didn’t work there.”

“I secured the loan. I signed as guarantor. I paid the initial taxes.”

I placed the transfer records in front of him.

His composure slipped.

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“You’re overreacting.”

“No,” I replied calmly. “We’re dividing.”

I set a printed copy of his spreadsheet on the table.