I filed for a divorce, citing both fraud and financial malpractice. I directed my company’s HR head to conduct a full audit of Chloe’s access to our internal confidential files. I also asked my financial team to go back and review every single “business trip” Anthony had claimed to take over the previous year.
The results were exactly what I had anticipated.
Before long, my phone was blowing up with calls. First it was Anthony. Then Patricia. Then distant relatives who hadn’t spoken to me in years but suddenly remembered my number.
I finally picked up one evening.
“You’re completely overreacting,” Anthony said. “Just let me into the house so I can pick up my personal belongings.”
“You never actually owned anything inside that house,” I told him. “You were merely a guest who was given permission to be there.”
He tried a different tactic.
“Chloe is pregnant with my baby. We need a stable place to live.”
“That’s wonderful news,” I replied evenly. “You are perfectly free to create that stability using the resources that actually belong to you.”
Later, Patricia called to yell at me, calling me ungrateful.
