Everything he owned today had started with me.
Three days later, I accidentally overheard my husband talking on the phone.
He was in his office.
“Don’t worry, Victoria. Everything will change after the anniversary.”
I stopped in my tracks.
Victoria was his young secretary.
Robert continued:
“My wife doesn’t understand anything. She doesn’t even know what documents I’ve prepared.”
My heart began pounding.
Then I heard a sentence I’ll never forget.
“Once I throw her out of the house, you’ll finally move in with me.”
I grabbed the wall to steady myself.
Forty-five years.
Two children.
An entire lifetime together.
And now he was planning to throw me out of the home for which I had sacrificed my youth.
That evening, he came into the living room and ordered, as usual:
“Margaret, bring me some coffee.”
