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

Then I asked that the original be preserved.

It was the first time I had looked at a piece of paper connected to my marriage and thought, quite clearly, that I needed my own attorney before I signed anything again.

Inside the bag was my silk scarf, and inside the folded envelope were several printed pages with my name written across the front in Spencer’s handwriting.

I stared at it.

“I’ve never seen this before.”