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!”

I shut my eyes for a moment. His confidence had always rested on one thing—his certainty that I was smaller than him.

“Those weren’t my savings,” I said calmly. “That was my compensation.”

He gave a brittle laugh. “From what? You work in consulting.”

Naomi’s mouth curved ever so slightly.

“I’m a senior executive at a private equity firm,” I continued. “My compensation last year was $2.7 million.”

The line went dead silent.

Then Trent inhaled and said, “That’s… not funny.”

“It isn’t a joke,” I replied.

His voice shrank. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

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