Inside were certificates of deposit, property paperwork, statements from investment accounts, and documents from my father’s estate. I had never used these things to impress anyone. I had never even mentioned them, not to coworkers, not to friends, and certainly not to Ethan. I lived in my modest apartment because it made life simpler. It kept people honest. It kept me safe.
But honesty was gone now anyway.
I flipped through the pages slowly, letting the reality settle into my bones. I had assets. Real assets. The kind that can protect you in old age and give you options when the world tries to corner you.
Ethan had just spent nineteen thousand dollars of my life savings on a wedding that treated me like an inconvenience.
He had no idea what I actually had.
And for the first time since Julie, since childhood,
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