The bold number thirty-eight thousand dollars stared back at me from the passenger seat.

I realized that every plea for overtime work had been deliberately planned by Daniel to pay for his move back to Melissa.

I remembered the furnace repair bill for six thousand four hundred dollars that he refused to pay.

Every dollar I had paid toward the equity loan had been siphoned off for his new property.

My marriage was not going through a temporary rough patch with money.

My marriage was a calculated financial scheme designed to squeeze out as much as possible before his planned exit.