Raw Need

“Made some money, lost some money, made some more,” I said with a smirk. It was my usual answer. “How was class? Did that Prof give you more grief?”

“Good, and no,” she said. “I think he’s passed it all now that the embarrassment is wearing off.”

“Serves him right for trying to grade senior papers using AI tools,” I said.

“Well, the university was pretty pissed at him,” Ameilia smirked. “But, that’s all done now. You remember what day it is, right?”

“Of course I do,” I said, patting her knee. “I got the files this morning.”

“Can I see them?” Amelia asked.

I reached over and pulled the folder from under some of my business papers and handed them to her. Amelia immediately pulled out the papers and started scanning over them, her smile widening a little more. She looked up at me. “It’s done. You are officially divorced.”

“I am,” I said, and I didn’t feel a twinge of regret. It had started out messy, but once more and more stuff had come to light things had gotten a lot easier. The lawsu