My jobless husband demanded I pay for his mom’s trip to Hawaii—or I’d be the one leaving this house. My MIL just laughed, saying, “You’ll have to pay.” So I threw the divorce papers at both of them and said, “Fine—let’s get a div

my son.”
I placed a second page on top of the stack. “That’s not the only one.”

Marcus stared at it. His jaw tightened. “Leah, you’re overreacting. I was going to pay it back when I got hired.”

“When?” I asked, my voice flat. “After your mother got back from Hawaii? After she posted pictures of herself on a beach while I worked overtime?”

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