“You let your mother humiliate me because you thought marriage meant I couldn’t leave.”
I'D BEEN MARRIED JUST TWO DAYS WHEN MY MIL FIRED THE MAID, THREW ME AN APRON, AND ORDERED ME TO REPLACE
His voice cracked.
“I love you.”
“No.
You loved having someone you thought you could control.”
I placed another envelope on the table.
Divorce papers.
Daniel stared at them.
“You planned this?”
“I prepared for it.”
Patricia suddenly laughed, desperate and ugly.
“You’ll regret walking away from this family.
You have no idea what you’re giving up.”
I reached into my bag and handed Daniel a copy of the financial disclosure my attorney had prepared.
He scanned the first page.
Then the second.
His eyes stopped on the line showing my net worth.
“Six point four million?”
Patricia snatched the paper.
Her face changed.
The woman who had thrown an apron at me because she believed I had married for money was staring at proof that I had entered the marriage wealthier than her son had ever been.
