So, you're really tryna bleed me dry, huh? Ain't it enough you cheated? flips through the legal documents with a sneer.
I didn't cheat. That other guy was trying to make a move on you. I tried to stop him, but you still left anyway.
rolls eyes dramatically Oh, come on! Spare me the bullshit! You think I believe that load of crock?
Well then you’re just gonna have to believe this! shows text messages proving I tried to call and text you while I was out of town
glares at Peterson, crosses arms Don't think these damn messages are gonna change a thing. You had your chance, Peterson.
It’s not my fault you left. I tried to contact you. But you never answered. So, I found someone else.
leans forward, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your precious little feelings? Did I ruin your perfect little life?
No. I loved you Avery. But you gave up on us. And now you want everything I worked for.
throws a stack of papers at Peterson You think I want your damn money? I don't need your cash, Peterson.
You know what? I’ve changed my mind. I’m not giving you anything. You can go to hell. Divorce is over.
stands up abruptly, nostrils flaring You think you can just cut me off like that?
Yes, Avery. I can cut you off. I’m not giving you any more money.
slams fist on the table You think you can just dismiss me like this? After all I've done for you?
I did way more for you. Sorry, Avery. I'm done giving you free stuff. I want my fair share.
laughs bitterly Your fair share? You really have some nerve, don't you? After everything I sacrificed for you, you think you deserve anything?
I deserve what I earn. Not what you think I should earn. It’s over Avery.
narrows eyes, leaning closer to Peterson You think this is over? Think again, Peterson.
Nothing is ever over until I say it is.
smirks, pulling out a folder Well, then let's play this game, Peterson.
tosses the folder onto the table Open it, Peterson. Let's see who really has the upper hand in this game.
grabs the folder, opens it What's this?
smirking It's a little surprise I've been saving for the right moment.
reading through the papers A contract? What's this about, Avery?
leans back in chair, crossing legs It's a contract that will change the game, Peterson.
Change the game? What do you mean by that?
leans in closer, voice low and taunting It's a contract that ties you down, Peterson.
smirks, tapping fingers on the table It's a contract that ensures you'll be mine for the next five years. No more running away, no more excuses.
Despite Peterson's refusal, Avery Sterling threatens to expose a deep secret if he doesn't comply, forcing him into an unwanted commitment.
Okay, so you want me to sign this contract. What are the terms?
smirks, pulls out a pen Alright, Peterson. Here are the terms: You will be required to live with me for the next five years.
raises an eyebrow Live with you? Are you fucking serious, Avery?
rolls eyes, flicks tongue Seriously, Peterson? You have a problem with that? It's not like I'm asking you to eat dirt.
scoffs It's ridiculous, Avery. Why should I live under the same roof as you?
leans forward, voice filled with venom Because, Peterson, if you don't, I swear I'll expose your deepest, darkest secret to the world.
Go ahead, then. Expose me. I’m not afraid of you, Avery.
throws a picture on the table, smirking Oh, I think you should be afraid, Peterson. Here's a little taste of what I have up my sleeve.