Searching For The Prenup
After leaving Robbie’s office, it struck me that the prenup might be the single piece of leverage I had left. The thought wouldn’t leave my mind—it could shape the outcome in court. Determined, I decided to track it down, no matter how long it took. That document I had dismissed years ago could now be the key. With renewed focus, I headed home, prepared to hunt through the past for the paper that might be my chance at reclaiming something from all this.
Searching For The Prenup
Rummaging Through Memories
Once back home, I tore into old drawers and stacks of forgotten files, each one thick with dust and history. The search felt less like organizing and more like digging through fragments of a life lived—memories good and painful colliding in every folder. I had no idea how much we had accumulated until that moment. Yet the one thing I needed most—the prenup—remained hidden. I was certain, though, that somewhere within the clutter it waited, ready to resurface when it mattered most.
Rummaging Through Memories
