My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

“Ray, I’ve already hired a lawyer,” Lauren’s voice came through the phone. “I’ve filed a redistribution of our marital assets. Give me your current address, so the court summ

So, she’d done it. Just as he expected.

Ray wasn’t surprised. A faint smile touched his lips.

“Hold on,” he said evenly. “I’ll be hiring my own lawyer. From now on, talk to them.”

Then he hung up. Just like that.

questing a

get lost.”

Maybe he’d take a little time to play with the Gantt family. But wasting hours in court? Not his style.

He opened his laptop and searched for the best divorce lawyer in Senna City.

A few names came up, and one stood out–Chuck Howard, a top–tier attorney with an intimidating reputation. By some coincidence, Chuck happened to be free that afternoon.

At the firm’s front desk, a young receptionist looked up as Ray walked in. After an exchange, she gently reminded him, “Mr. Morley, are you aware of Mr. Howard’s fee structure?”

“Yes,” Ray replied with a nod. “One thousand an hour.”

That was expensive.

The receptionist stole a glance at him, faintly surprised. From Ray’s simple clothes, he didn’t look like someone who could casually afford that rate.

Still, she picked up the phone, made a quick call, then stood and said, “Please, follow me, Mr. Morley.”

She led him down a quiet hallway and stopped in front of an office door. After a polite knock, she opened it.

“Mr. Howard, Mr. Morley has arrived,” she announced.

Chuck looked to be in his early forties, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit. The glasses on his sharp, composed face made him look both scholarly and dangerous.

When his eyes lifted to meet Ray’s, they were cutting–like he could see straight through him.

“Please, have a seat,” Chuck said.

Ray sat down.

The receptionist asked, “Would you like something to drink, Mr. Morley?”

“No need,” Ray said with an easy smile. “This shouldn’t take long.”

“Alright,” she said, and slipped out, closing the door behind her.

“You seem to be in a hurry,” Chuck said. “Let’s get started, then.”

Ray nodded. “I divorced my ex–wife yesterday. Afterward, I won the lottery. Now she’s suing me, claiming I hid marital assets and demanding a redistribution.”

He spoke with a trace of mockery.

Chuck chuckled. “The divorce date and the lottery win should both be timestamped. Honestly, you don’t even need

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1. me. Submit that evidence and it’s an easy win.”

Ray shook his head. “At first, I wasn’t going to bother. But

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She’s decided to push

n’t just let it go,

“Oh?” Chuck’s interest sharpened. “What are you planning to do?”

“She was already seeing someone before we got married,” Ray said. “She was pregnant before the wedding. The child isn’t mine.”

He reached into his pocket and placed two sealed envelopes like a DNA test done.

on the table. “This is my hair, and this is the boy’s. I’d

“When I signed the divorce papers yesterday, I agreed to walk away with nothing. But now, I want half of the marital assets–and compensation for emotional damages.”

Chuck leaned back, considering. “Mr. Morley, I should warn you–my fees are substantial. You might end up paying me more than whatever you win from your ex–wife.”

“That’s fine,” Ray said, smiling. “The prize I considerable. I’m not short on money.”

won was

Chuck’s eyes narrowed slightly. “How much did you win?”

“Fifty million.”

The lawyer had been sipping tea–he nearly choked, spraying it across the desk. “What?”

To call that “considerable” was absurd. Chuck’s entire career earnings wouldn’t come close to that number.

But Ray didn’t flinch. His tone stayed calm.

“I came to you because you’re the best divorce lawyer in Senna City. And what I want, is to make my ex–wife–and her entire family–pay for what they’ve done.”

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