I chuckled because of the words.
Useless woman. I’ve stripped you of all your assets.
Garrett had always mistaken my silence for weakness. That was the great, central error of his life, and he was about to learn the full price of it.
He believed the house was his because his name was on the mailbox. He believed the company accounts were his because I had let him sit in the biggest chair at the investor dinners and do all the talking. He believed I was useless because, for eleven years, I had let him speak first, take the credit, feel like the smart one. I had made myself small enough to fit inside his idea of a wife, and he had mistaken the costume for the woman.
He had no idea who he actually married.
He had no idea that six months ago — the night I finally confirmed the affair, and then started, out of an old reflex I thought I’d retired, pulling on the loose threads around it — I had found the f*rged signatures. The hidden loans taken against our assets. The shell company he’d quietly built under Bianca’s brother’s name, the one he was funneling money into to hide it from the divorce he was secretly planning.
