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A Secret Bank Card, a Sudden Divorce, and the Inheritance I Never Saw Coming
I did not raise my voice. I did not accuse him of anything directly. I simply said I was tired.
“Tired of what?” he snapped. “The life I gave you?”
His tone turned sharp, then cruel. He brought up the fact that I had not worked for a while. He spoke as if I had contributed nothing, as if the years I spent keeping our home running did not count.
When I mentioned the late-night calls he kept dismissing, his face changed. He did not deny anything. He did not even argue.
He pointed to the door.
