My husband had no idea my annual income was $2.7 million when he screamed at me, “Hey, you sick bitch! I’ve already filed the divorce papers. Get out of my house tomorrow!”

“Trent isn’t telling you the whole truth. The safe deposit box is just the beginning.”

A slow smile crossed my face. I knew the story wasn’t finished—but for the first time in a long while, victory was on my side.