And Greg—standing there with her—decided that was the moment to force my hand.“Apologize to her or we’re getting divorced.”
Like I was the problem. Like I was the one who’d crossed the line. Like my refusal to accept humiliation was the real issue.
I said five words. “Then enjoy her without me.”
And I left.
Drove to my best friend Sarah’s house. Sat in her kitchen. Tried to process what had just happened.
Sarah let me talk. Then she said something I’ll never forget:“You just put something heavy down.”
She was right. For twenty-four years, I’d been carrying Greg’s business. His reputation. His success.
And I’d just set it down. Walked away. Let him hold it himself.
Sunday morning, I met with an attorney. David Chen. Quiet. Methodical. The kind of lawyer who listens more than he talks.“Tell me about your role in the business,” he said.
I started to minimize. Then stopped. Told the truth.
