He Laughed and Asked What Money I Thought I Was Leaving With Since I “Didn’t Even Have a Job” – He Never Knew the Dependent Wife He’d Built a Cage Around Was Sitting on Sixty-One Million Dollars
“How long,” I asked, as the elevator doors slid open.
No one answered.
“Gavin.
Tell me the truth.” He looked at the floor.
“Two years.”
Two years.
I felt the ground go out from under me, because two years ago our daughter Mia had been three years old, and two years ago was the exact year Gavin had convinced me to leave my job.
He hadn’t wanted a nanny raising our daughter, he’d said.
