Chapter 3

The three-day deadline arrived.

David still didn't agree to the divorce.

"Emily, are you really going to make a scene?" David asked.

He sat on the sofa, his eyes cold. "I'm warning you, if you dare go to court, I have ways to make sure you don't get a single cent."

I smiled. "Oh really? Then try."

The next day, I went to court and submitted the petition for divorce.

David was furious.

He started causing trouble at home.

Smashing things, yelling, cutting off my living expenses.

He even hid all the bank cards and passbooks.

But what he didn't…