“My brother is moving into the shop today. You’ll pay his expenses,” my boyfriend said. Then he pointed toward the door and added, “If you don’t like it, leave.”

the business credit lines.

And when the bank refused to lend him money during our second year, I guaranteed the equipment financing with my own credit.

Jason loved telling people we were “building something together.”

But legally?

The business was entirely his.

He had made sure of that.

Whenever I brought up partnership paperwork, he kissed my forehead and said, “Why make love complicated with contracts?”

I was stupid enough to accept it.

Until his older brother, Kyle, arrived.

Kyle had lost two jobs in six months and had recently