The courtroom was cold, sterile, and heavy with tension. As the judge listed the terms of the divorce, Peter leaned back, smirking with satisfaction. Each term the judge read felt like a deliberate insult, solidifying Cindy’s place as the loser in Peter’s narrative. The mansion, Peter’s. The car, Peter’s. The investments, Peter’s.
And finally, “To Mrs. Cindy, the diamond necklace gifted by Mr. Peter’s family.” Peter sat back, gloating, his lawyer nodding in approval. When the judge finished reading, he looked at the couple. “Do both parties agree to these terms?” Peter straightened in his chair, grinning like a man who had just won the lottery.