Left with Nothing

Synopsis

"Sign it." Jensen pushed the divorce papers in front of Holly without sparing her a second glance. On the table were the four dishes and a soup she had just made, steam still rising, a thin film of oil floating on the pork rib soup. Mae sat next to him, wearing an off-white dress, her hand resting gently on her belly, a smile playing on her lips, as if she were already the new mistress of the house. Holly stood by the table, the sharp scent of scallions still lingering on her fingertips. "Walking away with nothing?" Holly murmured, flipping to the next page. "No house, no car, not even a share of the company? Absolutely nothing?" Wendy let out a cold laugh and set her chopsticks down on the table with a thud. "What more do you want?" she snapped. "Jensen's supported you for three years. You've been living off the Lowes. Just be smart and step aside now. It's better for everyone." Mae spoke up softly, "Holly, I know you're hurting, but you can't force feelings. Jensen has been very decent." Decent. Holly almost laughed.