Chapter 12 - Brandon Chases After His Wife In A Panic
Back at the community center, Brandon stared at his phone screen, watching his call go straight to voicemail for the fifth time.
“She blocked me... she actually blocked me,” Brandon muttered in sheer disbelief, running his hands through his hair.
He ran out to his luxury sedan, speeding down the highway toward the suburban house they had shared for eight years.
He burst through the front door, expecting to find Gwen packing or crying at the kitchen table.
Instead, the house was eerily silent, and her side of the master closet was completely stripped bare of all clothing.
Even her toothbrush and skincare products from the bathroom counter were entirely gone without a single trace.
On the kitchen island sat a single white envelope addressed to Brandon in neat, precise handwriting.
He tore the envelope open with shaking fingers and pulled out a formal legal notice from a family law firm in downtown San Diego.
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It was a petition for divorce, accompanied by an itemized demand for immediate reimbursement of all personal funds loaned during the marriage.
The total demanded on the legal document was over ninety-four thousand dollars, backed by the receipts in the blue folder.
