He Accused My Mother of Stealing $10,500 and Struck Her Over It – But the Envelope Waiting at the Doorman’s Desk Proved He’d Known Exactly Where That Money Was the Entire Time

“That’s not your business anymore,” I said.

“I’m your husband, it’s my business.” “You’re my husband for a little while longer.” There was a pause, and then he tried softening.

“Are you really burning everything down over one argument?” “You struck my mother,” I said.

“Twice.

In the face.” “I lost my temper for a second.” “You hit an elderly woman.

Twice.” “She provoked me!” I let that sit.

“Think very carefully about what you say next, Brandon.” “What, are you threatening me?” “I’m telling you that every word you say is going into a police file.” His voice cracked with panic.