He Divorced a Baker Worth a Fortune

Synopsis

My husband, Eric Lane, earned fifty thousand dollars a month. I, Claire Sutton, ran a small bakery and earned two thousand dollars a month. Last night, he slammed divorce papers on the table as I kneaded dough for the next day. "Claire, sign it." Eric leaned against the doorframe, dressed in a suit, his cufflinks glinting. He wouldn't even sit. I wiped the flour from my hands and picked up the agreement. The house went to him, the car went to him. Half the savings went to him. He had over a million dollars in his account, and I had eleven thousand. "I'll take nothing. Just give me the bakery equipment," I said. He paused, clearly surprised by how easily I agreed. "Aren't you going to fight for anything?" "What's there to fight for?" I turned to the last page, picked up the pen he'd left nearby, and signed my name. "Claire, I didn't mean to hurt you. But you know the gap between us has just gotten too big." Last night, he slammed divorce papers down on the table while I was kneading dough for the next day. "Claire, sign it." Eric leaned against the doorframe, dressed in a suit, his cufflinks glinting. He wouldn't even sit down. I wiped the flour off my hands and picked up the agreement. The house and the car went to him. We split the savings equally. He had over one million dollars in his account, and I had eleven thousand. "I'll take nothing. Give me the bakery equipment," I said. He paused, clearly surprised by how easily I agreed. "Aren't you going to fight for anything?" "What's there to fight for?" I turned to the last page, picked up the pen he'd left nearby, and signed my name. "Claire, I didn't mean to hurt you. But you know the gap between us has gotten too big."