“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…

soul.

Chapter 7: Ashes and Embers

“Della. Wait. Please.”

I stopped near the massive marble pillars of the courthouse steps, turning slowly. Fabian stood there, out of breath, his tie askew. The arrogance had been completely bled out of him. He looked small, broken, and desperate.

“We can fix this,” he muttered quietly, his eyes darting frantically. “My continue reading …