Jason
I kept logging on and checking our bank account. It was nine a.m. the bank had been open for an hour and the account still said there was still a little over five hundred thousand in it. I smirked. I knew she was bluffing. I looked at the divorce papers sitting on my work desk. I had her wedding ring in my pocket. I'll carry it with me always. I was supposed to file them today, but I was reluctant to do so. I didn’t really want this. What if I showed Madilyn the signed divorce papers, and told her I was going to file them but really didn't. I could marry her on some vacation island, bribe the officiant to act like the marriage was happening, but tell him to never file the marriage certificate. Madilyn would never know. She could help me with my career, thinking she was my re
