Chapter 5

The truth was, David had never paid a single cent toward the mortgage.

The monthly payment of 4,300 dollars was always taken directly from my account.

He only chipped in 1,000 dollars for living expenses, and that was never enough. I always had to cover the rest.

Over the past three years, he hadn't just failed to contribute. He burned through a lot of my cash, too.

Looking at him, I suddenly felt like such a fool.

"David, you should leave," I said quietly.

"What?" he asked, looking confused.

"I said, leave. Take her with you," I repeated.

"Emily, you..."…