“Get a job, you lazy freeloader!” my husband yelled, throwing a newspaper in my face just weeks after I gave birth. I stayed silent, but secretly pulled our bank statements. When I saw where our $90,000 savings went, I smiled, called my attorney, and prepared a surprise that would ruin him…

superiors, I stared at the spare key in my hand, knowing that the moment I walked out that door, a vicious war would begin—and only one of us would survive it.

Chapter 4: The Midnight Exodus

At exactly 10:14 PM, the ballroom of the Sedona resort was echoing with the clinking of champagne flutes and the hollow laughter of corporate sycophants. I found continue reading …