The fifth time my husband stayed out all night, I didn’t call him—I opened his company’s Slack and told more than five hundred employees

of marriage. Prenup. No children.”

He began noting the basic facts, asking about our prenup, children, assets, and properties.

“Joint assets?”

“Some.”

“Real estate?”

“The primary residence is addressed in the agreement. There’s also a waterfront property in Marblehead that belongs to me separately.”

“Acquired when?”

“My father transferred it to me before the wedding.”

“Documentation?”

“Yes.”

“Investment accounts?”

“I have several predating the marriage. Completely separate.”

“Good.”

His pen paused.

“What do you want?”

“Nothing that belongs to Aaron.”

I explained without stopping.

“I don’t want his company. I