“Not much. I was at university when I met Adrien, but I never finished,” she said. “Stupid on my part.”
“Why is that stupid?”
“Because I believed him when he said he would take care of me—like a f*****g idiot.”
“That’s not stupid.”
She released a sheathed chuckle. “Never trust a man to take care of you.”
“That’s not the lesson,” I said. “Never trust the wrong man to take care of you. And you are entitled to the community assets of your marriage in the divorce.”
“Sure, but I don’t want that.”
“Why?” Most women would want to bleed their husbands dry as punishment for their infidelity. Would want to hurt him where it hurt most—his bank account.
“Because I loved him for him, not his money, and one day when he realizes women only want him because of the fancy dinners and the nice cars a
