Veronica grabbed the yellowed paper, and her lips trembled slightly. Before marrying Heath, she had been full of hope for their marriage. Even though he was cold toward her, she believed that one day, the ice
would melt.
Back then, she was young and naive, seeking online advice on how to win a man’s heart. Everyone had their own opinions to share. In the end, she had handwritten this document word by word. It was supposed to be a “prenuptial agreement“, but it was really more like a couple’s rulebook.
“Clause One: The husband must initiate three hugs with the wife every day.”
“Clause Two: The husband must kiss the wife’s forehead whenever leaving the house.”
“Clause Three: The husband must compliment the wife sincerely once a day.”
“Clause Four: Have sex at least four times a week.”
Veronica couldn’t bring herself to read any further. Mortification surged through her, and she wanted to
crawl into a hole and die.
Was Heath seriously pulling this out now?
“This is the agreement you were in such a rush to sign?” Veronica stared at him in disbelief, wondering if he’d made some kind of mistake.
Back then, when she’d handed this to him, he’d barely glanced at it before tossing it in the trash. She still remembered his look of pure disgust as he said, “Don’t ever bring this kind of trash to me again.”
Veronica couldn’t understand it. Why had Heath retrieved it from the safe?
Moreover, she was certain this was her handwriting from all those years ago.
“Of course,” Heath said calmly, nodding slightly as his eyes glinted.
He stood and walked toward her. “Isn’t this what you always wanted? I’m willing to meet some of your
requests, within reason.”
He added, “But you need to stop playing those push–and–pull games. Don’t drag the kids, family, or outsiders into your theatrics. I have no interest in continuing to play along with you.”
Heath pressed down on her shoulders, his gaze growing more intense. “Sign this agreement, and this charade ends here. Move back home tonight, and we’ll start fulfilling the contract.”
A chill ran down her spine as she jerked his hand away. “Heath, you really think all this is some kind of emotional game?”
Heath maintained his haughty attitude. “Isn’t it?”
“There has never been a moment when you’ve disgusted me more,” Veronica said with a sneer.
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He lured her back with a vague divorce agreement, then pulled this bait–and–switch with a fake prenup- offering it like a gift, just to humiliate her.
It was revolting.
Veronica gripped the old, yellowed paper and tore it into shreds.
The temperature in the room dropped instantly. Heath’s voice turned icy, and he barely held back his temper. “What the hell is wrong with you? I’m being generous with you, not for you to walk all over me!”
She didn’t bother wasting another breath. Hands shaking with fury, she grabbed her bag and stormed out.
If he refused to sign, fine. Once they’d lived apart long enough, she’d file for divorce on her own.
Heath was burning with anger and shouted after her, “Veronica! If you dare take one step out that door, don’t you ever think about coming back!”
He truly couldn’t understand why she was throwing such a tantrum when he had already made such a huge concession. However, Veronica didn’t look back and quickened her pace.
Heath slammed his fist down hard on the desk. She wanted to be stubborn? That was fine with him. He’d
see just how far his strong–willed wife could hold out!
Outside the door, two little heads were pressed against the entrance, eavesdropping. “Is Mom moving back home? If she comes back, what about Ms. Turner?”
“They seem to be fighting. They sound so scary.”
The moment Veronica stormed out, still fuming, the two kids fell backward from the momentum of leaning too close. The kids shouted in alarm, but she quickly grabbed them both by their collars, saving them from falling.
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