“Then we fight him in court and tear his demands apart,” she urged.
I gently shook my head.
“No, we are not going to fight,” I told her.
She creased her brow in deep confusion.
“What do you mean by no?” she asked.
“Give him every single thing he asked for,” I instructed her.
Sarah stopped writing mid-sentence and looked at me as though I had lost my mind.
“You genuinely want to hand over the house to Mark?” she asked.
“Yes,” I confirmed.
“And both luxury vehicles?” she pressed.
“Yes,” I said.
“And all of the primary savings accounts?” she asked again.
“Yes, all of it,” I replied.
She looked at me carefully, trying to determine if I was suffering from shock or emotional trauma.
“Laura, why on earth would you agree to do something like this?” she asked gently.
I chose not to answer her question directly. Mark had spent eleven years severely underestimating my intelligence, and there was one critical factor he had completely failed to consider. I was not surrendering to him at all, but rather refusing to fight over assets he only thought he understood.
