My friend and attorney, Nora Bennett, came rushing over with a manila envelope.
She took one look at my face and froze.
"Who did this to you? Ethan?"
I managed a bitter smile and nodded.
She was quiet for a beat, like she couldn't find the words. Then she just sighed and handed me the envelope.
"I told you this a long time ago. Ethan's spineless. He can't make a decision to save his life, and all he's ever wanted is a comfortable ride he never had to work for. He was never right for you. But you were too in love to hear a word of it. Do you even know how much money you've dumped into him over the years? The cars. The houses. The jewelry. You were about to hand him shares in your own company. If I hadn't made you sign a prenup, he'd have bled that business dry, and everything you built
