After ten years of marriage, I want everything to be split fairly… even now, it still matters. Ten years is not a small thing.

For the first time in ten years, he was the one trembling.

“We can fix this,” he whispered.

“We can,” I agreed. “But not on your terms.”

Two weeks later, we signed a new agreement.

The house remained in my name and the children’s.

I acquired official shares in the company.

And the “fifty-fifty” rhetoric disappeared.

The other woman vanished from his spreadsheets.

Months later, we signed the divorce.

No drama.