Chapter 15 — My Dignity Had No Price Tag

His attorney cleared his throat and slid a document across the polished table toward my lawyer.

It was, on its face, generous.

Full ownership of the marital home.

A substantial monthly maintenance agreement.

An immediate buyout of his equity in our joint accounts.

Everything a woman in my position was supposed to want — a comfortable, quiet, well-funded exit.

The offer was contingent on two things: that I sign a non-disclosure agreement regarding the banquet video, and that I request the prosecutor downgrade the charges against Wendy.