THE FINAL AUDIT
For five days, while Lorraine played queen in my kitchen and Jake played the dutiful servant, I sat on that lumpy motel bed with my laptop. I wasn’t just posting photos;If you want to read the full story without ads, click on “Full Story.“I was making calls. I was gathering bank statements, deed records, and the contact info for the best divorce attorney in the county.
On the fifth evening, I walked back into my house. Lorraine was standing in the living room, her arms crossed in triumph. “Oh, you had the nerve to show your face after humiliating us online?” she sneered.
Jake stood behind her, his jaw tight. “Did you enjoy it? Playing the victim in that dump?”
“I didn’t choose the ‘dump,’ Jake. You did,” I said.
“I gave him this house!” Lorraine barked. “I have every right to set the terms of who stays under this roof!”
