Chapter 18 - The Divorce Hearing
The divorce finalized eleven months after our wedding.
Our actual cohabiting marriage had lasted four days.
The relationship had lasted seven years.
Both facts mattered emotionally.
Legally, the short marriage simplified much of property division.
The condo remained mine.
Thatcher’s claim based on the fabricated postnup collapsed.
No valid transfer.
No marital contribution substantial enough to create meaningful ownership claim.
Joint account funds were divided after accounting for improper withdrawals.
His retirement remained largely his subject to limited issues.
Mine remained mine.
No spousal support.
Wedding debt allocated according to actual responsibility.
Restitution from criminal matter handled separately.
Naomi made the final agreement almost boring.
That was perfect.
The judge asked:
“Ms. Carter, do you believe the marriage is irretrievably broken?”
“Yes.”
“Any possibility of reconciliation?”
“No.”
My voice did not shake.
“Do you wish to resume your prior surname?”
I had not thought about how much that would hurt.
Before marriage, I had been Eloin Bennett.
Carter existed on:
Work email.
Wedding stationery.
One fraudulent mortgage.
I answered:
“Yes.”
The judge approved restoration.
Eloin Bennett.
I cried in courthouse bathroom afterward.
Naomi found me.
“You okay?”
“I thought I’d feel relieved.”
“You can be relieved and grieving.”
“I hate distinctions now.”
She laughed.
“Occupational hazard.”
Dad took me to lunch.
I sat down first.
He noticed.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Dad.”
He smiled.
“You sat.”
That was all.
At Dorothia’s house, I had reached for a chair and been told wives ate last.
Eleven months later, I sat at a café with my father and ordered before him because he was still reading menu.
No one died.
No one’s honor collapsed.
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No family name ended.
The world remained.
