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
A few weeks earlier, Nolan had come by my office for lunch with the last of the news.
The company had pursued full civil recovery of the eighty-six thousand; to avoid a criminal trial for commercial fraud, Damon had signed a restitution order that swept up his liquid assets and his retirement funds to satisfy it.
Wade had been forced to dissolve Redpoint for good, eating tax penalties and a ruined name.
The electronics and the ski trips and the lavish holiday gifts were long gone, replaced by legal bills.
Damon’s parents — the ones who had cheered him and laughed at me — had to remortgage their own home to cover the debts he’d talked them into co-signing.