I remembered Preston bringing paperwork home after dinner and spreading it across our kitchen table while I prepared Lily’s school lunch.
He’d assured me the documents concerned insurance renewals or routine household matters.
Whenever I asked to read something thoroughly, he sighed and reminded me that his family’s accountants had already checked everything. PlanFamily Trips
Sometimes I signed simply because I was tired of feeling foolish for asking questions.
Dad listened quietly.
When I admitted how ashamed I felt, he squeezed my hand.
“Marriage is supposed to make trust possible, not turn it into something another person can exploit.”
Jonathan then presented credit reports showing unfamiliar inquiries and a summary of the allegations Preston’s attorneys planned to use against me.
They’d characterized a late utility payment from the previous winter as financial irresponsibility. Preston’s control over most household investments was being portrayed as evidence that I lacked independence.
