He transferred the last of our savings. I only noticed when my coffee order didn’t go through.
For months, it was always Leonie. His brilliant ex from business school, her ‘can’t-miss’ startup. He’d quote her over dinner. Miss our anniversary dinner to fix her pitch deck. He said I was being insecure. His mother agreed. She’d sigh and say I didn’t understand the pressure he was under, that a woman like Leonie was an asset, not a threat.
The joint account was the final line. The zero balance where our future used to be. He looked me in the eye and said it was just business. That I was jeopardizing his career with my mistrust.
But a business partner doesn’t text at midnight. A business partner doesn’t get a seat at his family’s holiday table while I’m relegated to the corner. He never chose me. Not once. He funded her dreams and closed the door on ours.
How do you rebuild a marriage when your husband has already invested his heart elsewhere? And when did I become the obstacle in my own life?
There is no cheating in this book.
