But it was mine.
Money I had saved from years of working.
Money I had planned to use for a house renovation.
Maybe a vacation.
Maybe someday, children.
I closed the app.
Then I opened it again.
Something had changed inside me.
I wasn’t thinking about revenge.
I was thinking about protection.
I began saving copies of every financial document.
Mortgage statements.
Bank records.
Bills.
Insurance documents.
Anything that showed exactly who had been paying for what.
I created a new folder on my computer.
I named it:
HOUSEHOLD RECORDS.
Then I noticed something strange.
There was a credit card I didn’t recognize.
It was linked to our household account.
I opened the statement.
My eyebrows pulled together.
The purchases weren’t groceries.
They weren’t utilities.
They weren’t household expenses.
They were expensive restaurants.
Hotels.
Electronics.
Luxury clothing.
Several purchases had been made while I was away on business.
