After 8 Catches, I Took Everything When He Fell Ill

Synopsis

Five years of marriage. James Linkletter treated me like a docile songbird in a gilded cage, letting him do whatever he wanted—even bringing different women back to our marital bed. The eighth time I caught him cheating, right in our bed, I calmly draped a coat over the terrified girl and asked her to leave. He just leaned back against the headboard, blowing smoke rings and mocking me. "Claire Sanchez, your composure is truly impressive." What he didn't know was that every bit of my patience was me weaving an inescapable web around him. I waited for him to catch something nasty from his reckless indulgence, for his reputation to be ruined, for him to see me as his only lifeline. And then, at his most desperate moment, I pulled out the divorce papers. "James, your company, your money, everything you own—it's all mine now," I said. That was when he finally realized that the bird in the cage wasn't me. It was him.