burden.

When I finally defended myself, Daniel struck me without hesitation.

That single slap ended our  marriage.

I quietly picked up my purse.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Daniel demanded.

I looked him straight in the eyes.

“To prepare for court.”

Then I walked out.

What they didn’t realize was that I had purchased the mansion before our wedding through a holding company registered entirely in my name.

I had also secretly rescued Daniel’s struggling investment firm from bankruptcy, transferring money through his business accounts so he could maintain