I spent seven years watching my husband pour our savings into his sister’s bills and his nephew’s tuition, believing love meant sacrifice. But during a family dinner, he looked me in the eyes and said, “I’m done. I want a divorce.” – Welcome

foster care in South Boston.”

Victor felt a cold heaviness settle in his stomach.

“And the insurance payout?”

Lucinda pressed her lips together.

“That too.”

“All four million dollars?”

“Virtually all of it. The shelter director cried when Sarah signed the endowment paperwork.”

Victor leaned against the hallway wall.

“Where is my wife, Lucinda?”

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