She treated me like a “useless housewife” for months, then assaulted me for “wasting money.” The next day, I returned with the Police and the Deed to show her whose roof she was actually living under

can talk about—”

“There is no ‘we,’ Daniel,” I interrupted. My lawyer stepped forward, dropping a thick stack of documents on the marble island.

“Mrs. Bennett,” the lawyer addressed Margaret. “You are being served with a restraining order following the assault of last night. Furthermore, you have twenty minutes to gather your essentials. You are trespassing continue reading …