There's No Record of Our Marriage

Synopsis

I was married for three years before I discovered the truth -- my marriage had never been legal in the first place. My husband and his childhood sweetheart had turned me into nothing more than a live-in maid. Even my six-year-old son seemed to love her more than he loved me. They said, “As long as she never checks, she’ll never find out.” What they didn’t know was that the thirty-second recording I found had already been named, filed, and placed inside a gray folder that kept getting thicker by the day. What they didn’t know was that, that same afternoon, I received a call -- and my late father had left me more than just a reason to walk away. I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I simply started taking back everything that had always belonged to me, one piece at a time. ---