Paying three hundred thousand dollars of debt before being ordered out of the house
A transfer of forty-five thousand dollars had been cleared on the Tuesday before Easter, marked as a consulting fee.
The recipient was a law firm specializing in domestic relations.
Marcus had been funding his divorce strategy with the money I thought was saving his business.
I closed the blue folder, my hands steady as I adjusted my wristwatch.
“He was planning this before we even signed the first guarantee,” I said to the empty room.
I did not feel the anger that had kept me awake the night before.
There was only the math, clear and indisputable, laid out in black and white on the desk.
At half-past four, Richard returned with the finalized petition.
“Sign here,” he said, pointing to the line at the bottom of the third page.
I signed my name, the stroke of the pen firm.
“We file first thing in the morning,” Richard said.
I thanked him and took my briefcase, walking down the quiet stairs of the office building.
The streetlights on Cary Street were flickering to life as I walked back to my car.
