April Fools “Surprise” Husband Divorcing Me For His “Pure” Girl novel Chapter 97

Chapter 1

Dad’s estate was being divided up.

My sister Claire got $5 million.

My brother Jake got $5 million.

Then it was my turn.

The notary paused for three full seconds and glanced at me.

“A photograph.”

I froze.

“What the hell? A photograph?!”

He slid an envelope across the table.

I opened it. Inside was a group photo from twenty years ago.

So Claire and Jake each walked away with $5 million, and I got a photograph?

Real fair, Dad. Real fucking fair.

I stared at that photo for what felt like forever.

Seventeen-year-old me. Ponytail. School uniform. Standing under the pomegranate tree in our old backyard.

It was a month before the SATs. Dad came home-rare as hell-and said he wanted to take my picture.

“When you get into college, I’m gonna blow this up and hang it in the living room.”

He was grinning like an idiot that day. Even wore a clean white button-down for the occasion.

That was the only photo he ever took of me.

And the last time he ever said, “You got this, kid.”

“Hey.” Jake’s voice cut through my thoughts. “You okay?”

I looked up at him.

His face was all twisted up-like he wanted to comfort me but had no clue how.

“I’m fine.”

I slid the photo back into the envelope and stood up.

“We done here? I’m leaving.”

“Wait.” Claire stopped me. “Aren’t you gonna say something?”

“Duro” Girl

“Mom” 1 took a long drag. “I’m exhausted. I wanna go home.”

“Home? Which home?”

I froze.

Yeah. Which home?

The family house? Dad’s will made it crystal clear-Jake gets it.

My rental? A shitty 500-square-foot box. $2,500 a month.

I don’t own a home.

I’m thirty-seven years old, divorced for five years, no kids, less than $200K in savings.

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