he removed?”
“Yes.”
“He said he paid for most of the savings anyway.”
“Shared bills?”
“Yes.”
“Furniture he took?”
“Some.”
“Medical costs?”
I nodded.
“He said he paid for most of the savings anyway.”
I hesitated.
“He said he paid for most of the savings anyway.”
Barbara slid the notebook toward me.
“Then let the records decide that.”
I wrote everything down.
Dates. Amounts. Messages.
I stopped outside the elevator.
Then she drove me somewhere else.
A family-law office.
I stopped outside the elevator.
“Barbara, I can’t afford this.”
“The consultation is covered.”
She raised one hand.
I organized bank records, screenshots, bills, and medical receipts.
“After today, you handle your case. I’m only opening doors.”
I stopped calling Eric for mercy.
I organized bank records, screenshots, bills, and medical receipts.
My lawyer handled the rest.
Two weeks later, Eric received formal paperwork concerning Chloe and our shared finances.
His
