“You get $15, babe.”
Vanessa said it with a smirk.
She sat across from me in a polished conference room, one ankle crossed over the other, her fingertips resting on a leather folder as though the mediation hearing were no more stressful than an inconvenient lunch appointment.
Her attorney looked relaxed.
Vanessa looked victorious.
And why wouldn’t she?
Between us sat financial statements showing the balance of our joint savings account.
$160,000.
Most of that money had originally belonged to me.
For the previous three months, Vanessa had behaved as though that detail had ceased to matter the moment I transferred it into an account bearing both our names.
“Well,” she said, leaning back with a slow breath, “I hope we can avoid dragging this out.”
I didn’t answer.
“We both know what’s fair.”
The word almost made me smile.
After fifteen years spent sitting across negotiation tables, I had learned that people frequently became most passionate about fairness immediately before explaining why something that belonged to you should belong to them.
My attorney, Daniel Mercier, did not look at Vanessa.
He simply straightened the documents in front of him.
“Before we discuss division,” he said, “the mediator should continue reading the full agreement.”
Vanessa’s attorney glanced toward him.
“We’ve reviewed the prenuptial agreement.”
“The full agreement,” Daniel repeated calmly. “Including the signed addendum.”
Vanessa’s eyes moved.
It was tiny. Barely noticeable.
But I had spent enough of my professional life watching faces across conference tables to recognize the moment someone encountered information they had not expected.
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