I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name

I showed her the statement, and she stared at the balance before sitting down.

“Two hundred and sixty-four thousand?”

“Yes.”

She put her hand over her mouth.

For a while, neither of us spoke.

Then she asked whether I had read the letter.

“Yes.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”