Chapter 4A Valentine's Prescription for Divorce

Upon my return, I acted as if everything were normal, cooking for David and allowing Amber to continue living in the house.

Amber grew increasingly arrogant. While doing laundry, she even deliberately washed her underwear mixed together with David’s shirts.

I turned a blind eye to all of it.

I started visiting financial planners and law firms. Using the excuse of establishing an education fund for our son, I leveraged David’s trust in me to coax him into signing complex English contracts and power-of-attorney forms, one after another.

He was so immersed in the illusory pleasure Amber provided that he didn't even glance at the contents.

"Honey, these are a few dividend agreements from our insurance company. Signing them will double next year’s returns."

"Honey, I want to transfer this property to my mother’s name. Just in case the hospital faces any lawsuits, we’ll have a backup."

David was texting Amber on WhatsApp while carelessly scribbling his signature.

"Sure, I trust you to handle it." He smiled and kissed me. "Clara, you really are my capable right hand."

Yes, of course I am your capable right hand.

I am going to help unload all of your money.

I uncovered all of David’s private accounts. Through gift deeds, the assets under my name were quietly expanding.

While the numbers in David’s accounts outwardly remained unchanged, in reality, the usage rights to that money had already quietly shifted to my control through the various trust guarantees he had signed.

It was Valentine's Day again.

David had a massive headache recently.

Amber Hartley was no longer satisfied with just providing emotional connection.

She was demanding a Hermes Birkin as a Valentine's gift.

David could only agree.

He slipped away into his study to call the sales associate: "Yes, I’ll be over on Valentine's Day to pick it up. Charge my private card."

What he didn't know was that without my consent, not a single penny could be withdrawn from that card.