***The Hypocrite***

The envelope sat on Natalie's kitchen counter. White. Official. Final.

She stared at it. Hands shaking. Not from sadness. From rage.

Divorce settlement. Divorce certificate. The end of her meal ticket.

She ripped it open. Papers spilled out.

Divorce decree. Finalized. Legal. Done.

Settlement agreement. Thirty million dollars.

Natalie's laugh came out sharp. Bitter. Furious.

Thirty million. Like it was supposed to be enough. ...