Chapter 16 - The Collision
Before Mark could even bend down to pick up the legal document, another car turned down the dirt road leading to the farm. It wasn't a taxi this time. It was a sleek, silver BMW.
Mark turned around, his eyes widening in horror as he recognized the license plate.
The car parked aggressively right next to the taxi. The door swung open, and out stepped Mia. She looked significantly better than Mark, having flown back days earlier, but her face was twisted into a mask of pure fury. She was holding a stack of papers in her manicured hands.
"Mark!" she screamed, marching toward the porch. Her heels crunched loudly on the gravel. She didn't even acknowledge my existence at first. "You pathetic liar! You told me you owned this farm! You told me you owned the firm! I just had a meeting with your partners, and they told me you're a junior partner with a mountain of debt!"
Mark looked like he wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole. "Mia, please, keep your voice down. We can talk about this later."
"There is no later!" she shrieked, waving the papers in his face. "The clinic just canceled my next cycle! They said the account was frozen and flagged for fraud! You promised me a baby, Mark. You promised me a house in Aspen!"
I stood up, walking to the edge of the porch. "He can't even afford a Greyhound ticket to Aspen, Mia," I said calmly.
Mia stopped shouting and finally looked at me. Her eyes darted up and down, taking in my denim overalls, my muddy boots, and my messy bun. "Who are you?"
"I'm the wife he left to harvest corn while he took you on vacation," I replied. "And I'm the owner of the bank account he was using to pay for your fertility treatments."
Mia’s face drained of color. She looked at Mark, then back at me, the realization dawning on her. Mark had played both of us, but he had promised her a lifestyle that relied entirely on my bank account.
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"You told me she was a trust fund brat who did nothing but drain your resources!" Mia yelled at Mark, her voice cracking. "You said you were divorcing her!"
"Well," I smiled, folding my arms. "He got one thing right. The divorce is happening."
