The Final Invoice For Our Divorce

Summary

It was New Year’s Day dinner when my wife, Sienna, slapped the debit card for our joint bank account down on the marble table in front of me.

Her face was stony. “You are going to explain this to me. Why is there only thirty-two cents left in this account?”

“I deposited half a million dollars this year. Where is the money?!”

I stood up slowly, keeping my voice level. “Take a breath, Sienna. I have the statements right here…”

I reached for my phone.

My mother-in-law, Carol, interrupted me with a voice dripping in sweet venom. “Your sister just bought a brand-new luxury SUV.