The Shack That Cost Him Everything
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“Take the shack. Don’t say I didn’t play fair.”
Grant Elliott slid the divorce settlement across the polished mahogany table toward me.
I looked at the division of assets: the two properties and the luxury sedan registered in his name were all his. The four-hundred-square-foot studio apartment, my only property, was mine.
“Fine.” I signed the papers.
Deirdre, my mother-in-law, scoffed from the armchair. Her newly manicured fingers tapped the leather armrest. “A dump like that? No one would even bother tearing it down.”
Three months later.
