I believed that dissolution could prove straightforward. I assumed that I would just stroll away, take my wealth and my clout, and leave him to pick up the shards of his shattered ego. But, as it frequently does, truth had other plans.
I believed a separation would be simple. As a cunning woman, I had become habituated to acquiring what I desired, when I wished it. My world was a perpetual battle of chaser and victim, where I constantly succeeded to stay one move beyond of my rivals. My schemes were complex, my plans were impeccable, and my performance was constantly precise. So, when I concluded that I wanted a separation from my partner, the protagonist of the kingdom, I supposed it could be a snap. i thought a villainess- divorce would be easy
The primary hurdle I experienced was the problem of alimony. My husband, remaining the hero that he was, had a reputation for seeming kind and generous. But, as it happened out, that warmth and generosity did not extend to his ex-wife. He declined to pay me a sole penny in alimony, citing that I had been a ready participant in our marriage and that I had willingly selected to be a villainess. I was taken aback. Did not I done anything to make our marriage work? Did not I played the role of the perfect villainess wife, always scheming and plotting to help him look good? But, evidently, that wasn't enough. The second hurdle I faced was the division of assets. As a villainess, I had amassed a vast fortune, amassed via my different nefarious plots and plots. But, as it proved out, my husband had a demand to it all. He insisted that, as my spouse, he had a right to half of everything I had amassed throughout our marriage. I believed that dissolution could prove straightforward