It was a matter of economics. Quite simply, if he
agreed, she would be entitled to at least half of his assets,
over fifteen million dollars, give or take a million. His
alternative: appease her, make her feel better, no matter what
the investment. A weekend cottage in Monterey? A trip around the
world? Whatever she wanted, he would give it to her - he would
think of it as an insurance policy.
"Darling, I'm so sorry," he said with pleading eyes. "It really
is my fault. What with my obsession over Wallaby all this time,
letting things get this far away from me. From us. However, I
don't think divorce is the right answer. We should try to work
this out."
She smiled. "Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? Oh
yes, half of this is mine. And that's the law. Darling."
He swallowed. She knew him too well, could read him so easily. He
couldn't hide from her his fear of losing half of his wealth. He
had to try a different angle.
"But you're the one having an affair. You admitted it. How do you
think that will hold up?"
"It doesn't matter. California still splits the pot."
"This is bullshit."
"You should know, you're so full of it."
"Don't challenge me on this, Greta."
"Too late. I called Mitchell yesterday, and told him - "
Matthew cut her short. "You what?" His voice was a disbelieving
rasp.
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