Smart man.
Richard finally stepped forward.
“Can we discuss this privately?”
“No.”
His face hardened.
“You’re being unreasonable.”
I almost admired the audacity.
After five years of emotional manipulation, financial exploitation, and endless disrespect, I was somehow the unreasonable one.
“Let’s review reality,” I said.
“Your mother used my credit cards.
Your mother used my accounts.
Your mother spent my money.
For years.”
Victoria opened her mouth.
I raised a finger.
“Not finished.”
She closed it.
“Every luxury vacation.
Every designer handbag.
Every spa retreat.
Every jewelry purchase.”
I smiled coldly.
“I paid for all of it.”
Richard shifted uncomfortably.
“You were my wife.”
“No.
I was your sponsor.”
The hallway became very quiet.
“Do you know what the funniest part is?” I continued.
“You both actually convinced yourselves those expenses came from you.”
Richard’s expression faltered.
Because deep down, he knew it was true.
His business had struggled for years.
Mine had flourished.
Every financial statement.
