My Husband Thought I Was a Beaten, Unemployed Wife. On January 2nd He Pulled Into My Parents’ Driveway and Found Out Who I Really Was

“She’s also petitioned for temporary orders barring any further borrowing against the property.

You’ll want to read all of it, but that’s the shape of it.”

Chapter 13 — I’m Not Unemployed Anymore

Damon laughed then — a sharp, ugly sound with no floor under it.

“You’re unemployed,” he said to me.

“You can’t afford a war, Sylvia.

You can’t afford the lawyer standing next to you.”

“I’m not unemployed anymore,” I said.