I nodded.
She sent it.
For nearly ten seconds, nothing happened.
A few hours after my wedding, my new mother-in-law whispered that within a year she’d take my apartment
I nodded.
She sent it.
For nearly ten seconds, nothing happened.
So I ate half a piece of toast because I did not know how to refuse kindness.
Rebecca laid out the plan.
“We begin with protection, not retaliation. First, we secure your personal finances. Second, we notify the bank that no large withdrawals or transfers from joint accounts are authorized without dual confirmation. Third, we preserve evidence. Fourth, we file for annulment if grounds support it, or dissolution if not. That depends on what else we uncover.”
“What about the apartment?” I asked.
“We review the purchase documents. We trace funds. We do not move hastily.”
My father leaned forward. “And Elias?”
Rebecca glanced at him. “Elias will be handled through counsel.”
“I meant personally.”
“Personally,” Rebecca said, “he gets nothing from Ella. No fight, no confession, no emotional performance.”
I looked at my father.
He was staring at his coffee, untouched.
