Chapter 5
Janet clenched her molars, forcing her voice steady. “If you believe you’re not, then you’re not.
Helen seemed angered by this. She gripped Janet’s wrist, yanking her into Justin’s study.
With practiced ease, Helen opened the safe perpetually locked against Janet. She pulled out a document and flung it at her.
“See for yourself, Ms. Johnson.”
“You two divorced long ago.”
“Black and white–that’s your signature, isn’t it?”
“Though likely signed without your knowledge.”
“But as lawyers, we both know this agreement stands.”
“Your marriage is legally dissolved.”
“Justin divorced you because I refuse to share.”
“Now you know–spare us future trouble.”
“You’ve no place here anymore, but I’ll grant you time to leave.”
Janet seanned every clause of the divorce papers.
Helen spoke truth.
Justin’s meticulous nature ensured flawless documentation.
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Ironically, she’d agonized over ending this marriage herself.
Her worries proved unnecessary.
Relief mingled with bitterness.
Five years culminated in this silent, humiliating finale.
How could it not wound her?
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Ignoring Helen’s triumphant glare, Janet expressionlessly tucked away the
papers.
“Fine. I wish you both… everlasting happiness.”
She bit down on the last four words.
Janet barely slept that night.
By dawn, she’d packed every belonging.
Learning Justin and Helen would be absent, she summoned a courier.
The delivery man gaped at crates of designer gowns and jewels, stammering:
“M–Miss, is this address correct? The incineration plant?”
Janet hauled out the final crate, face blank.
“Correct.”
She pressed extra bills into his hand.
“Burn it all. I want none of it.”
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These were Justin’s gifts.
Their giver’s affection meant nothing–like the trash they’d become.
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A call shattered the silence.
Static crackled before Rachel’s fractured sobs emerged:
“Janet–they’re seizing your sister’s grave!”
Janet soothed her mother, racing to the memorial park.
There, brawny guards shoved Rachel backward.
The elderly woman fell hard, still clutching the urn to her chest.
Wind knocked from her lungs, she struggled to rise.
Turbid, aged eyes reflected utter helplessness.
Janet rushed over to help Mom up, her eyes blazing. “Who did this?”
Mom looked at her like she’d found her anchor, pointing at a figure all too familiar to Janet.
“It’s her.”
“She said her pet dog just died, so she demanded the plot I reserved at the memorial park.”
