I said I would consider fair financial terms after disclosure, but I would not agree to a false story as a condition of peace.

Grant leaned back.

“You’re acting like you’ve always been independent.

I built your life.”

I almost recited every hour I spent editing reports after bedtime, every appointment I attended alone, every mortgage-sized transfer I made into his business accounts.

But it wouldn’t convince him.

The facts were already in the records.

“I built part of our life too,” I said.