Everything you hit, every dollar returned to joint accounts plus penalties. I want 70% of our total marital assets, including the house. You get 30% and you walk away. No alimony, no claims on my retirement, no contested property division. That's I can't agree to that.
I'll have nothing. You'll have 127,000 more than you deserve, plus 30% of everything else. That's more mercy than you showed me. She stood up, paced the room like a caged animal. I can't believe you do this.
After everything we've been through, you'd threaten me with jail time. After everything we've been through, Rachel, you spent four years stealing from me. 6 months sleeping with someone else. A year lying about wanting children. You've shown me exactly who you are.
I'm just responding accordingly. I loved you, she said desperately. I still love you. This money thing, it was just it was insurance. It didn't mean I wanted to leave.
Stop. I stood too, met her eyes. Stop lying to me, to yourself, to anyone who listen. You didn't love me. You can't love someone and systematically steal from them.
You can't love someone and sleep with their coworker. You can't love someone and lie about wanting children while preventing conception. Whatever you felt for me, it wasn't love. It was convenience. It was comfort.
It was having someone to pay half the mortgage while you built your escape plan. She sank back onto the couch, sobbing. I'm sorry, God. James, I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen.
You meant all of it. Every transfer, every law, every choice. You just didn't mean to get caught. Her phone rang again. Her lawyer, probably with more details about the charges she was facing.
She ignored it, let it ring through to voicemail. What do I do? She whispered. You take the settlement, you return the money, you accept 30, and count yourself lucky I'm not pursuing criminal charges. And Marcus, what about him?