My relationship with my former wife came to its bitter end inside a courtroom. I wont cast blame on just one partyfault always lies on both sides where marriages break down.
Nevertheless, the truth remains: my second wife took up with another man. He was a prosperous businessman who had come to our town many years earlier, eventually opening a small café not far from the High Street. At first, she tried to keep their affair hidden, but it wasnt long before they made no effort to conceal it at all.
Eventually, she walked in, squared up to me, and boldly announced that she was filing for divorce and intended to demand half of our house. She likely hoped that Id fall to pieces or become agitated. Yet the house had been purchased solely with my own hard-earned pounds. She had nothing to do with the propertys purchase, aside from living there for a couple of years. Now, with remarkable cheek, she expected a claim.
I met the news with quiet composure. I didnt attempt to dissuade her from taking legal actionsimply waited for her case to fail and for her to pay the court costs. Id already weathered stormy waters with my first wife. That court battle dragged on for over three years, all because we could never settle things between us. Each hearing ended in a scene, raising voices echoing off the courtrooms timbers.
In the end, my first wife got what she wantedshe managed to claim half my possessions thanks to a shrewd solicitor. My ex left me without the house Id inherited from my late father.
But with my second wife, I was far wiser. Before we married, I already owned a flat, painstakingly restored with my own hands, but legally it belonged to my brother, a man I trust beyond doubt. When the time for divorce rolled around, there was nothing for her to take. After the lessons of my first failed marriage, I made sure no woman could ever outfox me in such a way again.
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