manners for polite company.”
I looked at her briefly, said nothing, and walked out. I drove straight to my condo—a property I had bought before the marriage and paid off entirely through my own work.
I didn’t cry that night. Instead, I opened my banking app.
Theresa’s mortgage: Auto-pay active. Utility bills: Auto-pay active. Daniel’s credit card: Auto-pay active. Monthly allowance transfer to his mother: Auto-pay active.
One by one, I canceled every recurring payment.
Then I called my corporate accountant. “Robert, starting tomorrow morning, I want to eliminate every
