My ex-wife tried to sue me for half the houselittle did she know Id seen it coming a mile off.
Our marriage ended in a courtroom showdown. I wont point fingers about whos to blamelets just say it takes two to tangle.
The hard truth? Wife number two had taken up with some flashy businessman whod rolled into town years ago and opened a posh little café. At first, she tried to keep it under wraps, but soon enough, they werent even pretending. Then she waltzed in, dropped the divorce bombshell, and demanded half our flat. Bless hershe expected me to panic. But that place was bought with every last honest pound Id ever earned. The ex had nothing to do with it, aside from squatting there for two years. And now she fancied her chances in court?
I stayed dead calm. Didnt even try to talk her out of it. Just waited for her to lose and foot the legal bill. Been there, done that with wife number onethree years of courtroom dramas, every hearing ending in a row. In the end, she lawyered up, found some sharp solicitor, and walked off with half my inheritance, including the house my dad left me.
But second time round? Smarter. Before tying the knot, Id already bought a flat, fixed it up myself, andheres the twistput it in my brothers name. Hes the only bloke Id trust with my last biscuit. When the divorce papers landed, surpriseI owned nothing. After the first go-round, no woman was pulling that wool over my eyes again.
