“Bethany’s Final Move — The Divorce That Changed Everything for Larry”

 “Bethany’s Final Move — The Divorce That Changed Everything for Larry”

Bethany’s Final Move: The Divorce That Shocked Larry”

The morning sun barely peeked through the curtains as Bethany sat at the edge of the bed, staring blankly at her phone. Her face was pale, her eyes swollen from another sleepless night. Larry had already left for work, but the silence in the house felt heavier than ever.

Bethany picked up her phone and dialed a number. Her hands trembled slightly. After two rings, a calm but firm voice answered, “Natasha speaking.”

Bethany took a deep breath. “Natasha… I need your help.”

“Bethany? You sound upset. What happened?” Natasha asked, concern lacing her tone.

“I’m filing for divorce,” Bethany said bluntly. “And I want you to be my attorney.”

There was a pause. Natasha sighed. “Bethany, are you sure about this? You and Larry have been together for years. What happened now?”

Bethany’s voice cracked. “He doesn’t love me anymore, Natasha. I see it in his eyes. He looks at me like I’m a stranger. And I’m done pretending everything’s fine.”

Natasha replied softly, “Marriage goes through phases, Bethany. Maybe—”

Bethany cut her off, her voice rising. “No, Natasha! Don’t talk like him. I’m not crazy, I’m not dramatic—I’m just tired of fighting for someone who’s already given up on me.”

Natasha hesitated. “Okay… but why do you need me as your lawyer? There are plenty of divorce attorneys in town.”

Bethany’s eyes filled with tears. “Because I trust you. You’ve seen how he talks to me. How he looks down on me since Brooke came back. He treats me like I don’t belong in my own home.”

Natasha sighed again, her tone turning serious. “Bethany, listen to me carefully. Divorce isn’t a game. If you go through with this, things will get ugly—property division, money, lawyers, court hearings… Are you ready for that?”

Bethany’s voice hardened. “Yes. I’m ready. I want what’s legally mine—our house, my share of the money. I won’t leave empty-handed.”

Natasha’s tone changed completely—firmer, almost angry. “Bethany, stop it right there. You’re not thinking straight. You’re hurt, I get that. But revenge won’t heal you. This isn’t about property or money—this is about your peace of mind.”

Bethany’s hands clenched around the phone. “You don’t understand! He’s trying to make me look insane, Natasha! He’s sending my stepdaughter away, he’s isolating me! He’s destroying everything I built!”

Natasha tried to calm her down. “Bethany, maybe Larry’s just trying to protect the child—”

Bethany’s voice exploded with pain. “Protect her from me? I raised that girl! I cooked for her, cared for her, loved her like my own—and now suddenly I’m the villain?”

There was a long silence. Natasha finally spoke softly, “Bethany… you need help, not a lawsuit. Maybe you should talk to someone—a therapist, maybe?”

Bethany snapped, “Don’t you dare say that! I’m not crazy!”

Natasha’s tone turned cold. “Then what are you doing, Bethany? Dragging your own husband into court for money and property? That’s not strength—that’s desperation.”

Bethany’s lips quivered. “I thought you’d understand me.”

“I do,” Natasha said gently. “But I can’t be part of this. I won’t take your case.”

Bethany’s heart dropped. “You’re turning your back on me too?”

Natasha sighed deeply. “No, Bethany. I’m just refusing to help you destroy yourself.”

Bethany slammed the phone down, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Fine. If no one wants to help me, I’ll fight alone.”

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Later that day, Larry came home early. He found Bethany sitting in the living room surrounded by papers—divorce forms, property deeds, and financial documents.

“What’s all this?” he asked cautiously.

Bethany didn’t look up. “You know exactly what this is. I’m filing for divorce.”

Larry’s face fell. “Bethany, don’t do this. We can still fix things.”

She laughed bitterly. “Fix what, Larry? The silence between us? The disgust in your eyes? Or the way you sent Brooke away just to keep me out of her life?”

Larry took a deep breath. “I did that to protect her. You were losing control, Bethany. You were shouting at her for things she didn’t do.”

Bethany stood up, trembling with anger. “You call that losing control? Try living with someone who makes you feel invisible every single day!”

Larry softened his tone. “I never wanted to make you feel that way. But this—lawyers, court, money—it won’t fix the pain. It’ll just make things worse.”

Bethany crossed her arms. “I don’t care. You’ll give me my legal share—half the property, half the money—or I’ll see you in court.”

Larry looked at her with disbelief. “You’ve changed, Bethany. This isn’t love anymore. It’s war.”

She stared back coldly. “Then I guess I’m done fighting for peace.”

Days turned into weeks. Bethany met several lawyers, but none agreed to take her case the way she wanted. Rumors spread in town that she had lost her temper at multiple offices.

One evening, Natasha showed up at her door, holding a file.

Bethany looked surprised. “Why are you here?”

Natasha sighed. “Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I brought you something—a list of therapists and legal advisors who can actually help you rebuild your life, not destroy it.”

Bethany looked away, her pride breaking. “You still think I need help, don’t you?”

Natasha nodded softly. “Yes. Not because you’re weak, but because you’re drowning in pain. You need someone to pull you out before you lose everything.”

Bethany’s voice cracked. “Larry already took everything from me.”

“No,” Natasha said gently, “you’re the one giving it away.”

For a long moment, Bethany stood still, her eyes welling up with tears. Finally, she whispered, “I just wanted to be loved, Natasha.”

Natasha stepped closer and hugged her. “Then start by loving yourself first.”

The next morning, Bethany looked at her reflection in the mirror. For the first time in months, she didn’t see anger—she saw exhaustion and regret. She picked up her phone, scrolled through her contacts, and paused at Larry’s name.

After a long hesitation, she sent him a short message:

“I won’t go to court. I just need time to heal. I’m sorry for everything.”

Larry read the message hours later, sitting quietly in his car. He didn’t reply—but for the first time, he smiled faintly, whispering, “Maybe she’s finally finding her peace.”

And for Bethany, that message wasn’t an ending. It was a fragile beginning—a chance to rebuild her life not through revenge or money, but through forgiveness