New Beginnings

Just Forget

BAKUGO'S POV

"Yeah, can I get three shots of whiskey and a Bud Light?" The bartender nodded and turned to the shelf to grab what I asked. I had no intention of doing this buzzed, but I can't do it sober. If I had to, I might bail.

When I had what I ordered, I downed the three shots before grabbing my beer and heading to a small table in the far right corner. Before I bought the alcohol, I should have looked at the price. Hotel bars are always outrageous.

While I waited, I slid the notebook from the shoulder bag I had brought. It was orange and pink because it was Hanako's. Surprisingly, nobody batted an eye at me carrying it.

I slid the paperwork from the front of the notepad and waited. He was only five minutes late, but that was about normal. I swear, Eijiro would be late to his own funeral one day.

I glanced over the prenup, thankful that we got it. He fought me before we got married, stating that we would never divorce. But since he didn't work and I made a lot of money, I didn't want him to take everything I had and run. Knowing everything he wants, I'm glad I fought for it.

I sipped on my beer while writing down my monthly finances. He won't believe anything I tell him unless he sees it worked out. He's always assumed I had an endless supply of money, so he's going to be pissed that I can't give him everything up front.

"Hey." My head snapped up to see my almost ex-husband standing before me.

"Sit," I said while kicking his chair out with my foot. I'm in no mood for pleasantries. I want to get this done so I can go upstairs and drink myself stupid in my room. This is the first night in a while that I've been able to have to myself. I don't want to spend it down here with him.

"In a hurry?" he asked.

"I just don't want to see you any longer than I have to." He rolled his eyes before taking his seat. "Here's a copy of the prenup we signed before we got married." I slid the paper over to him. "You can have your lawyer double-check everything, but I can tell you exactly what you'll be getting and what you won't."

"I'll still have her double-check, but you can give me a rundown." The bartender placed two drinks in front of him before offering me another Bud Light. After we thanked him, he walked away.

"When we got married, you didn't have assets. You didn't own a car, home, or anything like that. You had debts that I paid off."

"Thanks for the reminder," he groaned. He came from nothing, and I guarantee that's where he's going to go again.

"So what we agreed on was you get a third of a year's net salary from me every year we were together." Which was a lot more money than I had ever wanted to pay him. Luckily, he doesn't get it all. "We were married eight years. For the first five years, I was at a lower salary. The total I owe you for those five years is two hundred and seven thousand. The total for the last three years is one hundred and thirty-nine thousand. All in all, I owe you three hundred and forty-six thousand."

He smiled at me, seaming pleased with himself. "Now, we subtract your debts that I paid when we married. Subtract thirty thousand for your school. Eight thousand for your medical debt. Sixteen thousand for your personal debt."

He sighed while taking a sip of his mixed drink. "It's crazy how fast the money continues dropping."

I smiled. "I'm not done yet."

"Of course not." He rolled his eyes, and I continued.

"If there are kids, which there obviously is, the sole provider received twenty thousand for kids five to ten and thirty thousand for kids five and under." The price was lower if a child was over ten, but none of ours were. "So that takes off another hundred thousand."