“You too.”
We walked in opposite directions.
PART 9 — THE COURTROOM
Our divorce became final fourteen months after the morning I saw those two pink lines.
Diego looked older.
So did I, probably.
But I felt stronger.
The ridiculous clause demanding reimbursement for “marital expenses” disappeared quickly.
The financial spending connected to his affair was addressed through the divorce process.
Parenting arrangements were established with the children’s interests at the center.
And the house?
I kept it under the final settlement.
Not because I defeated Diego.
Because negotiation, documentation, and facts mattered more than his threats.
Outside the courthouse, he approached me.
“Laura.”
I stopped.
He looked at Mateo and Elena sleeping in their stroller.
“Can we talk?”
“For five minutes.”
He nodded.
“I owe you an apology.”
“Yes.”
That surprised him.
Maybe he expected me to tell him he didn’t.
But he did.
“I accused you of something you
