When He Chose Her Over Justice, I Chose Revenge Over Love - Chapter 33: Chapter 33
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I spent my postpartum recovery at the most expensive maternity center in the city.
Top-tier environment, premium service.
Money flowing like water.
Marcus visited a few times, and each time he saw the price list, his mouth twitched.
"Evie, is it... really necessary to stay somewhere this expensive? We could hire a postpartum nanny at home..."
"I like it here. It's peaceful." I reclined in the comfortable electric bed, sipping soup prepared by the nutritionist, not even lifting my eyelids.
"But... the cost..." he hesitated.
"Don't worry, it's my own money." I cut him off. "I won't ask you to split it."
He choked on his words, awkwardly: "That's not what I meant... I just think... the value isn't great..."
I ignored him.
He sat for a while, probably found it boring, and was likely thinking about checking on his parents' new house renovation progress, so he made an excuse and left.
After he left, Riley's cousin came—Elena Watson, the elite divorce attorney.
Sharp business suit, commanding presence.
She handed me a thick document folder, her gaze piercing.
"Miss White, we've got everything. Besides the house you're jointly paying the mortgage on, Marcus owns another property—a small apartment in his hometown that he bought outright before marriage. It's currently rented, and his parents have been collecting the rent the entire time. Never once included in your joint accounts."
I nodded, unsurprised. That bastard had definitely kept a backup plan.
"Most importantly," Attorney Watson flipped to the later pages, "starting last year, he used multiple hidden stock accounts and crypto wallets to transfer marital assets. The total amount, including the $90,000 he gave his parents for their house, preliminarily exceeds $200,000. The timing coincides exactly with your pregnancy period."
I gripped the edge of the report, my knuckles white with pressure.
During all those days when we meticulously split every living expense, even parking fees down the middle, he had quietly moved $200,000!
"Is the evidence chain solid?" My voice was unnaturally calm.
"Very solid." Attorney Watson adjusted her glasses, showing a professional and confident smile.
"The money trail is clear, account connections are evident. Hiding and transferring marital property—the evidence is ironclad. According to the Civil Code, in divorce property division, we can argue for him to receive less or even nothing. Additionally, while his parents' new house is in their names, the purchase funds primarily came from his transferred marital assets, so we can try to claim rights there too."
"Good."
I closed the document folder.
"Attorney Watson, I'm retaining you to handle my divorce litigation. My demands: I get custody of the child, lawful division of marital property, recovery of transferred assets, and Marcus must pay child support until our child reaches adulthood."
"No problem."
Attorney Watson put away the documents.
"Also, regarding the 'breastfeeding compensation' you mentioned earlier, this is a relatively novel claim. While there's no explicit legal provision, we can try to argue from the angle of women's special physiological period rights protection and 'joint debt' to appeal to the judge's discretion. After all, his strict fifty-fifty system is inherently unfair."
"Mm." I looked at my son sleeping peacefully in his crib, my expression softening momentarily before becoming resolute again.
"I want him to pay it all back, with all interest."
"Not a cent can be left."
Top-tier environment, premium service.
Money flowing like water.
Marcus visited a few times, and each time he saw the price list, his mouth twitched.
"Evie, is it... really necessary to stay somewhere this expensive? We could hire a postpartum nanny at home..."
"I like it here. It's peaceful." I reclined in the comfortable electric bed, sipping soup prepared by the nutritionist, not even lifting my eyelids.
"But... the cost..." he hesitated.
"Don't worry, it's my own money." I cut him off. "I won't ask you to split it."
He choked on his words, awkwardly: "That's not what I meant... I just think... the value isn't great..."
I ignored him.
He sat for a while, probably found it boring, and was likely thinking about checking on his parents' new house renovation progress, so he made an excuse and left.
After he left, Riley's cousin came—Elena Watson, the elite divorce attorney.
Sharp business suit, commanding presence.
She handed me a thick document folder, her gaze piercing.
"Miss White, we've got everything. Besides the house you're jointly paying the mortgage on, Marcus owns another property—a small apartment in his hometown that he bought outright before marriage. It's currently rented, and his parents have been collecting the rent the entire time. Never once included in your joint accounts."
I nodded, unsurprised. That bastard had definitely kept a backup plan.
"Most importantly," Attorney Watson flipped to the later pages, "starting last year, he used multiple hidden stock accounts and crypto wallets to transfer marital assets. The total amount, including the $90,000 he gave his parents for their house, preliminarily exceeds $200,000. The timing coincides exactly with your pregnancy period."
I gripped the edge of the report, my knuckles white with pressure.
During all those days when we meticulously split every living expense, even parking fees down the middle, he had quietly moved $200,000!
"Is the evidence chain solid?" My voice was unnaturally calm.
"Very solid." Attorney Watson adjusted her glasses, showing a professional and confident smile.
"The money trail is clear, account connections are evident. Hiding and transferring marital property—the evidence is ironclad. According to the Civil Code, in divorce property division, we can argue for him to receive less or even nothing. Additionally, while his parents' new house is in their names, the purchase funds primarily came from his transferred marital assets, so we can try to claim rights there too."
"Good."
I closed the document folder.
"Attorney Watson, I'm retaining you to handle my divorce litigation. My demands: I get custody of the child, lawful division of marital property, recovery of transferred assets, and Marcus must pay child support until our child reaches adulthood."
"No problem."
Attorney Watson put away the documents.
"Also, regarding the 'breastfeeding compensation' you mentioned earlier, this is a relatively novel claim. While there's no explicit legal provision, we can try to argue from the angle of women's special physiological period rights protection and 'joint debt' to appeal to the judge's discretion. After all, his strict fifty-fifty system is inherently unfair."
"Mm." I looked at my son sleeping peacefully in his crib, my expression softening momentarily before becoming resolute again.
"I want him to pay it all back, with all interest."
"Not a cent can be left."
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