My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

“Fine. I’ll wait for your good news,” Lauren said, then hung up the phone.

Whatever her moral failures might be, one thing was clear to her–Ray’s money was still marital property. Even if he hired a hundred lawyers, a thousand lawyers, it wouldn’t change the fact that he’d have to hand over what was in his bank account.

Ray glanced at the time. It was already past four in the afternoon.

He went back to his list, adding item after item, planning each purchase.

By the time dusk began to settle, he stretched, stepped out of the apartment, and decided to get dinner.

In the elevator, two floors down, a middle–aged woman got in. The moment she saw him, her eyes lit up. She started pitching her daughter like she was selling a product–how beautiful she was, how gentle, how perfect a wife she’d make.

Ray’s head throbbed. When the elevator chimed and the doors slid open on the first floor, he bolted out before she could say another word.

“Ray! You didn’t even take my daughter’s number!” she shouted after him.

He breathed a sigh of relief once he was safely outside. That woman was relentless.

Still, in three months, no one would care about marrying off their daughters. They’d be worrying about food and clean water instead.

Coincidentally, as he reached the gates of the complex, he saw Josh’s family walking toward him.

The little boy, Michael, clapped his hands the moment he spotted him.

“Look! The bastard! The bastard’s here!” he yelled.

Only one day had passed–just one–and he was already “the bastard“. Clearly, that was something the Gantts had taught him.

Josh marched up, jabbing a finger at Ray’s face.

“Listen, bastard,” he spat, “whatever belongs to our family, you’re not taking a single cent! And you–hiding marital assets like that–amount that big, that’s criminal!”

Ray almost laughed. So now they were trying to scare him with the law?

“Hold on,” he said mildly. “Let me check with my lawyer.”

He pulled out his phone and called Lucy right in front of them.

“Ms. Fraser? Hi, someone just told me that hiding marital assets could be a criminal offense. Is that true?”

After a pause, he continued, “Oh, no? Alright–thanks, that’s all I needed.”

He hung up, smiled faintly, and looked at Josh.

“I just checked. You’re the one making threats and threats, by the way, actually can be criminal.”

The arrogance in his tone made Josh tremble with fury. For four years, Ray had been meek, submissive, never

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raising his voice. And now? Now he was acting like someone entirely different–someone who needed to punched.

“You bastard! You think you can talk to my dad like that?” Max lunged forward, rolling up his sleeves, posturing for a fight.

Ray didn’t even glance at him. Max was nothing–a spoiled fool who’d never worked a day in his life. He was not worth the effort.

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