“I don’t want the house.”
Something flickered across his face. Caleb understood property. He did not understand dignity.
“You designed it,” he said.
“I designed a lot of things that no longer serve their purpose.”
His attorney, a thin man named Russell Pike, cleared his throat into his fist. “Mrs. Whitmore, your cooperation is appreciated. Mr. Whitmore wants this handled respectfully.”
Respectfully.
I nearly laughed.
Instead, I looked directly at Russell and said, “Then add one clause.”
Caleb frowned. “What clause?”
“A full finality clause. Once the decree is signed, neither party may seek additional compensation, reimbursement, lifestyle support, estate claims, or future personal obligations based on circumstances unknown, undisclosed, or later discovered at the time of signing.”
Russell stared at me.
Caleb looked puzzled. “Why?”
“Because I want a clean demolition,” I replied. “No dust left behind.”
Russell adjusted his glasses. “That wording is unusually broad.”
