“You’re
not taking half that house.”
“That isn’t your decision.”
“I’ll make it my decision.”
Then came the challenge.
Five minutes in the ring.
If I survived without tapping or being knocked out, Derek would personally cover Claire’s share of the equity.
If I failed to appear, I would sign away my interest.
It was legally ridiculous.
I knew that.
He knew it too.
But he also
knew pride could make people stupid.
What Derek didn’t understand was that pride had been burned out of me twenty years earlier.
I didn’t accept because he insulted me.
I accepted because something in his wording made me suspicious.
“Her half of the equity.”
Not “your half.”
Not “the house.”
Her half.
Specific.
Prepared.
Financial.
