Page 118 of Backup Plan
“Penelope Wade Calloway.”
“Please state your city of residence.”
“Chicago, Illinois.”
“Were you legally married to Brent Calloway?”
“I am.”
“Are irreconcilable differences the reason for the breakdown of your marriage and all efforts at reconciliation have failed?”
No, sleeping with other women is. “Yes.”
“Do you have children with Mr. Calloway?”
“Yes.”
“How many?”
“Two.”
“What are their names?”
“Samuel and Benjamin.”
“Did you voluntarily sign the settlement agreement?”
“Yes.”
“Do you fully and completely understand its contents?”
“Yes.”
“Do you agree that you will retain full parental control with relocation rights?”
“Yes.”
“Do you believe the terms of the agreement are fair and reasonable?”
I freeze.
I’m supposed to say yes here.
But the truth—the truth I just swore I’d state—is that it’s neither fair nor reasonable. He should take responsibility for our children, but because I just want this to be over and never have to see his face again, I have to lie.
“I believe the terms of our parenting plan are.”
Alexander gives me a warning look and opens his mouth to ask the next question, but the judge caught my hesitation.
“Ms. Wade Calloway, I need a yes or a no,” he interrupts.
I pause another moment, and I can’t help but glance over at Brent.
“Yes,” I finally murmur.
“Does the parenting plan reflect the best interest of Samuel and Benjamin?” Alexander continues.
“Yes,” I say wholeheartedly.
