He Kept Me on a $1,800 Allowance and Called Me a Kept Housewife. He Never Checked Who Held the Deciding Vote on the Company He Was Trying to Buy

I did not want to be her.

The finest revenge available to me, I decided, was not to think about Barrett at all — to let him become what he had always insisted on making me: a line item, a small recurring figure in the accounts of a life that had gone on to larger things.

So I closed the folder on him.

And I got back to work.

Chapter 16 — Our New House