There were many hearings scheduled that day, as usual. Their turn came closer to the evening. People crowded in the hallway waiting for various decisions. Some were getting divorced, some were dividing property or defending their right to a share in an inheritance. As they say, everyone has their own sorrow. All rise! Court is in session! Silence in the courtroom! The trial began in the divorce and apartment division case of the Colemans.
The wife was preparing for her testimony and was very nervous. She understood that her free legal aid attorney couldn’t stand up to the renowned Richardson. And sure enough, the husband boldly lied while testifying in court, as if mocking her.
Your Honor, I am a successful person, I work at a solid company and stand firmly on my feet. And, of course, this apartment was bought with my funds and registered in my name as well. My wife, at the time we met and got married, had absolutely nothing to her name.
She barely scraped by with her mother from paycheck to paycheck. My wife’s earnings are pennies, no other income. You might ask, why did I marry her then? It’s simple.
I felt sorry for her. I thought she would at least become a great homemaker, bear me children. But no, that didn’t happen either.
I’m tired of choking on burnt omelets and dining on frozen meals, cleaning up after her. No children to this day. So, in my opinion, it’s obvious that Natalie has no relation to the purchase of this apartment.
The renovation and furniture purchase were also done at my expense. And I think it’s fair if the apartment remains mine. My wife should be grateful to me anyway for feeding and providing for her all these years, at least she lived like a person at my expense.
Natalie swallowed tears, a couple of times shouting from her seat that it was all lies and that everything was not like that. But the judge only sternly banged the gavel, calling for silence. Her free attorney mumbled something, but it was all so unconvincing, and the woman realized – it was all over, she had lost the case.
Her evidence was too weak and unconvincing against the arguments skillfully presented by her husband’s lawyer. Of course, with the money her Victor had, he could hire a much better lawyer versed in all the nuances of the law. And her, Natalie’s, pitiful remarks only caused chuckles in the courtroom.
And not by accident. On the advice of his lawyer, he specially invited several acquaintances, carefully instructing them on how to behave during the hearing. They were supposed to, at the right time, pretend that Natalie’s and her attorney’s words were just funny, whispering and exchanging glances, as if to say, what is this woman even talking about here.
After all, this created an additional negative background, supposedly without proof of her intentions in the dispute over the apartment. When it was her turn to speak, she completely shrank, got flustered, and couldn’t say everything she wanted. But her husband’s renowned lawyer rolled over her like a steamroller, bringing in as a witness a family friend and her husband’s colleague.
I’ve known the Coleman family for many years, visited them often, and I confirm that Natalie is no homemaker at all. Everything held together only thanks to Victor and the family budget and household chores.
Of course, he got tired of it. Who would like to come home from a stressful job and stand at the stove? And for the apartment purchase, Victor even borrowed a little from me as a friend to gather the necessary amount. Natalie didn’t participate financially at all.
In the end, the court granted the husband’s claim to keep the apartment for him, and the spouses were divorced. Natalie was literally devastated, crushed, and everyone in the courtroom looked at her with condemnation. Like, what a slob, didn’t cook for her husband, didn’t take care of the home.
She wanted to run away from everyone and cry her heart out. Already at the exit, her ex-husband overtook her and, turning around, threw maliciously. Got what you wanted? Thought I was joking? Grab your remaining rags quickly, leave your keys to the apartment, and goodbye forever.
Better for you to go back to the small town to your mother, the sooner the better. How offensive those words were to her. She could never have imagined hearing them from the person who once swore his love to her, gave her flowers, called her affectionately Nat, Kitty.
The woman, swallowing tears, asked, Victor, is there really nothing human left in you? Just recently everything was fine with us, so many years together. Is this girl worth it, that you’re trampling me in the dirt like this? Tell me, aren’t you ashamed? Why are you doing this to me? What bad did I do to you? The man understood that his wife was right, and he was acting so despicably, but he quickly shoved those pangs of conscience away and put on a mask of cynicism, throwing angrily. I asked you nicely to give up the apartment, we would have divorced quietly and that’s it, but you didn’t want it peacefully, it’s your own fault.
This isn’t some chick, this is my boss’s daughter. Do you even understand what prospects open up for me now? My career will skyrocket, my father-in-law will help when Emily and I get married. I hope she at least gives me an heir, you’re barren, dull and boring, just tedium with you.