At the Divorce Hearing They Were Certain I’d Leave With Nothing — I Handed the Judge a Sealed Envelope
What Roman had meant to be my destruction, I had turned, deliberately, into my profession.
There is no revenge in the world as complete as taking the weapon that was meant to end you and making it your life’s work.
But I should be careful with that word, revenge, even here, because by the time I opened that firm I was already past revenge, and the truth of what the work meant to me is better than revenge and worth naming precisely.
Roman had spent years trying to make me believe I was helpless — that I had no skills, no capacity, no way to survive without him, that I was a decorative dependent who would starve the moment the family withdrew its money.
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