Instead of sinking into despair, a fierce resolve ignited within me. My pain transformed into a steely determination. I refused to be the cash cow funding their deceit. I refused to be the “useless failure” they so casually dismissed.
I walked out of the hospital and sat in my car, my mind racing. I knew I couldn’t confront them in anger. That would be too easy for them. They could paint me as unstable, dismiss my feelings, and continue living their lives unhindered. No, I needed a plan—a calculated, thorough plan.
I spent the next few days in a whirlwind of preparation. I gathered every piece of evidence I could find—bank statements, messages, emails. I consulted the best divorce attorney in the city, someone with a reputation for being ruthless and unyielding. With their guidance, I meticulously built my case.
