I thought he would agree to the divorce and set me free for the sake of our past feelings.
But he suddenly glared at me and said fiercely, "Nancy, this is disgusting. Acting pure at your age, do you think you're still a young girl?"
I lowered my head in despair, no longer wanting to discuss it.
I realized that I would have to go to court to get a divorce.
That night, Steve didn't leave the house or go to another woman's place.
He didn't come to my room either. Instead, he slept in the guest room.
The next day before leaving, he locked me in the house again.
I contacted a locksmith and left the house.
I took all the jewelry and designer bags Steve had given me over the years and sold them at the flea market.
I knew I wouldn't get any of his assets and had no means to demand money from him.
In his mind, I was just a housewife who did nothing all day and never earned a cent.
But according to the law, the jewelry he gave me was my personal property.
I sold all the jewelry, accessories, and bags for over three million dollars.
To Steve, three million was just the price of a watch he might casually give to Andrea, but it was likely my only financial security for the rest of my life.