I moved every account I legally could. Those that couldn’t be moved were frozen, at least long enough to buy time.
The joint investment portfolio that Thomas thought we both controlled? I had already withdrawn my capital and left behind only the illusion of balance.
Meanwhile, I gathered everything that proved his deception—the emails, the hidden strategy, the lies. And I paired them with the legal documents that secured my financial position: the prenuptial agreement he’d barely read, the trust funds in my name, the corporate records that made my assets untouchable.
The Day I Left
Three weeks after I’d discovered the emails, the house was quiet.
There was no sound of coffee brewing, no clatter of dishes, no familiar hum of the dishwasher. Only silence.
When Thomas came downstairs, he found a single sealed envelope on the kitchen table.
Inside was a short letter.
Thomas,
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