Chapter 13 - The Divorce Was Mostly Numbers
My divorce from Caleb lasted fourteen months.
No spectacular courtroom speech.
No instant transfer of the Blackwood empire.
Just disclosures.
Appraisals.
Prenuptial interpretation.
Separate property.
Marital property.
Trust interests.
Medical expenses.
Housing.
Tax consequences.
The Sinclair trust remained mine.
The prenup was actually helpful there.
Caleb's affair mattered emotionally.
Financially, the law still required categories.
His attempt to obtain temporary authority after the crash became relevant context but did not magically give me everything.
I kept the property my mother left me.
Caleb kept assets that were legitimately his.
Marital accounts were divided under the final agreement.
The wedding ring stayed in a bank box for months.
Then I sold it.
Not because diamonds carry bad energy.
Because I no longer wanted it.
I donated part of the proceeds to the rehabilitation fund at Ara's network.
The rest paid for adaptive equipment during my recovery.
Practical.
Unromantic.
Perfect.
Caleb apologized in writing.
Eleven pages.
I read four.
Then stopped.
Naomi asked:
“Do you want the rest summarized?”
“No.”
That surprised her.
For years I wanted Caleb's explanations more than my own observations.
I was finished treating his interior life like evidence I needed to interpret my own.
The facts were enough.
He knew.
He delayed.
He chose.
I survived.
May you like
We divorced.
Those sentences required no appendix.
