The Stay‑at‑Home Mom's Divorce Battle

Synopsis

While I was ironing Zachary Flynn's shirt, a receipt slipped out of the pocket. It was from a jewelry store, for a purchase of $6,200. Our wedding anniversary had just passed. He'd told me the company was having a tough time and asked me not to buy any gifts this year. I hadn't received anything from him either. What was this receipt for? I shoved the receipt back into his pocket. Just then, I overheard Zachary talking on the phone on the balcony. "Leila hasn't worked in six years. No way the court gives her much. "Don't worry. I had someone check. None of the valuable assets are under her name." He lowered his voice and chuckled, "Once this is all settled, we'll go on vacation." I turned off the iron and folded the shirt with care. My hands were steady, and my heart stayed calm. For six years, I ironed every single one of his shirts until not a single wrinkle remained. Now, I was gonna iron out this marriage for good.