Chapter 15
Julian stared at the white paper documents, his hands shaking so violently he could barely hold the blue ballpoint pen.
He knew that if he fought the divorce in court, Northstar’s legal team would bankrupt him with endless litigation fees before he ever left prison.
He pressed the pen to the paper, signing his name on the bottom line with a ragged, defeated sob.
“It’s over,” Julian whimpered, burying his face in his hands as the correction officer tapped his shoulder.
“I have nothing left.”
“You never had anything to begin with, Julian,” I said softly, setting the receiver down onto its cradle.
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“You only had what I allowed you to borrow.”
I stood up and walked out of the visitor room, leaving my former husband sitting alone in the cold gray light of his cell.
