(Author's POV)
Tiffany looked at him.
"You leave with what you came with." His voice was low and clipped. "Which is nothing. Seventeen years and all you managed was one kid. This marriage should've been over a long time ago."
She didn't flinch. She just stood there, looking at him, and her face was very still.
She thought about the day she'd married him. Her family had been nearly bankrupt. She'd brought what was left of their assets into the Rathbone household like a dowry, and she'd told herself it was a partnership. She'd told herself she was building something.
Seventeen years.
She'd thought she was a wife. She was a transaction that had already been spent.
"Fine," she said. "I agree to the divorce. I don't want any of the assets. I won't fight for custody."
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