When I Refused to Pay for Dinner, My Husband Threw Wine in My Face. He Never Expected What I Did Next.

Spencer sat on the opposite side of the room.

I noticed him looking at my hands.

My wedding ring had been gone for months.

There was a time when that small circle of metal had seemed like proof of my security.

Now I knew security was something built in actions, not displayed on a finger.

I looked away and focused on Sandra’s explanation of the next document.

Afterward, Spencer approached me while our attorneys stood nearby.

“Are you happy now?” he asked.