"First, the husband cannot force the wife to fulfill any marital obligations."
Timothy''s eyes darkened.
"Second, husband and wife will live in separate rooms."
Jessica had originally wanted them to live apart, but Timothy insisted shee home. If she pushed for separate living arrangements, he''d never agree. Things had already gone farther than she expected; there was no sense trying to test his limits.
Timothy''s gaze grew even more somber.
"Third, the husband must return the thirty million dors the wife earned herself."
"Fourth, during the one-month cooling-off period, any assets the husband acquires within the marriage are to be split evenly with the wife."
They already had a prenuptial agreement she had no intention of renegotiating it
now.
Half of what Timothy made in a month was a substantial sum. But she only had six months left; even if she asked for more, it wouldn''t matter, and he wouldn''t give it to her anyway.
"Wait, I want to change the fourth point."
Jessica arched an eyebrow, her fingers pausing in midair. "How do you want to change it?"
"Fourth: upon divorce, all marital assets will be divided equally."
Jessica''s fingertips curled into her palm.
That bastard.
Trying to set a trap for her again.
If he thought she''d go soft because of this, he was dead wrong.
But if he was willing to give, she''d take it.
The attorney, unable to follow their signnguage, stood dumbfounded to the side, catching only fragments of the conversation. He did hear President Lawson mention splitting half his assets with his wife in the event of a divorce.
He distinctly remembered drafting their prenup: the husband would pay a fixed monthly stipend, and none of his assets would be shared.
Was President Lawson really about to change that?
Timothy narrowed his eyes, his voice low. "Is there a fifth?" "Fifth, the husband may not make our marriage public."
Timothy''s gaze darkened further, lips pale and pressed into a thin, cold line.
"Sixth, if guestse to the house, the husband cannot request the wife''s presence. He must inform her in advance so she can avoid them. Each incident will cost two million."
Timothy was on the verge of losing hisposure.
But Jessica''s hands kept moving.
"Seventh, the wife will not attend any of the husband''s events, including family gatherings."
How was this any different from being divorced already?
"Anything else?"
Timothy fought to keep his tone steady.
"That''s all."
She wasn''t asking for much. Seven years of marriage, and she''d only made seven requests.
What she didn''t realize was that each one pierced right through Timothy''s heart. Timothy ryed Jessica''s demands to thewyer.
The attorney took diligent notes, then used his portable printer to produce two copies almost instantly.
He was a professional; the divorce agreement was drafted to match Jessica''s stiptions exactly.
It was crystal clear: after one month, if they decided not to divorce, the agreement would be void. If they still wanted to go through with it, the terms would apply, and Timothy could no longer interfere during the cooling-off period.
Jessica, after checking it over, signed her name without hesitation.
She handed the papers to Timothy, who, after a brief pause, signed as well.
Jessica gestured to Timothy, "Have yourwyer get this notarized in court and send me the confirmation."
With official notarization, the agreement would be set in stone.
Timothy was silent for a moment, then instructed thewyer to get it done first thing in the morning.
After thewyer left, Timothy''s IV drip finished.
He changed back into his own clothes. The cor of his white shirt was still stained with dried blood, the color now nearly ck.
Jessica frowned slightly. He was a stickler for cleanliness-before, he would never have worn something like that. He''d have had someone bring him a fresh shirt, no question.
But not this time.
Even with the bloodstains, he buttoned up, every line of his clothing neat and proper.
He never lost hisposure.
"Mrs. Lawson, is it time to go home now?"