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The pain in my abdomen flared, a sharp reminder of the physical sacrifice I had just made. But as I looked at Mark\u2014at his arrogance, his cruelty, his utter lack of humanity\u2014the emotional pain began to recede. It was replaced by a cold, mathematical clarity.<\/p>\n
He thought I was weak. He thought I was just \u201cAnna the Housewife,\u201d the woman who stayed home and organized his dinner parties. He had forgotten\u2014or perhaps, in his narcissism, he had chosen to ignore\u2014the reality of our legal standing.<\/p>\n
I looked at Chloe. She was smiling, victory written all over her perfectly made-up face. She thought she had won the prize. She had no idea she was standing on a trapdoor.<\/p>\n
I picked up the pen.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure about this, Mark?\u201d I asked softly. \u201cAre you absolutely sure you want to dissolve our legal union right now? Once I sign this, every link between us is severed. The separation of property becomes final.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark laughed. \u201cDon\u2019t try to threaten me, Anna. You have no leverage. Sign it. I don\u2019t want to share my future millions with a slob.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVery well,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n