to beg.
Drew packed two suitcases that night.
Three weeks later, he filed for divorce.
Then I discovered our joint savings account had been nearly emptied.
Money we had built together over eight years was suddenly sitting somewhere I couldn’t access.
I called him.
“That money belongs to both of us.”
His voice was almost bored.
“My attorney will handle it.”
“Drew—”
“Let the lawyers sort it out.”
That was the moment I finally understood.
He wasn’t simply leaving.
He wanted to leave with more.
He wanted me to start
