I've changed the characters to some singers, and some I have decided yet.
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Reverie .
"My client is willing to give Mrs. James the house and offshore bank account."
If looks could kill right now, I really fucking wish I could put Jerry in a casket.
Here we are, settling our divorce terms. A place I never thought we'd be in.
I guess I was naive to think that.
"It's not Mrs. James anymore, Its Ms. King, and the offshore account isn't mine. I want MY bank account with MY money that's right here in Cali. Jerry, you're not taking my money."
How the fuck can he want to take what's rightfully mine after he did what he did?
I worked before we got married and during until he made me stop.
That money is everything I saved up for about 8 years. He is not taking my hard work from right under me.
"Reverie, that account is mine. I always supported you, you don't work. Everything you have, I've given you."
This nigga is begging me to come on the other side of this table...
"No no no. I worked hard for that money you disgusting ass and you will not be taking it from me. Jerry, I'm trying to be professional about this, don't let me get ratchet. You have a job, you have enough money, what's the difference with this one?"
