Turns out, Adam had been hiding assets during the divorce, including a luxury home he’d purchased under his mother’s name to keep it off the marital records.
I hired an accountant to review his financials, and the findings were damning.
The down payment for the house came from our joint marital account, and the mortgage was being paid from our marital funds.
When we submitted all the documents and facts to the court, my husband called. “JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! Let me live my life!” he spat.
But I didn’t listen to him. I just told him that I had turned on the voice recorder on my phone and he hung up.
The judge didn’t take kindly to his attempts at deception. He was penalized heavily, and I was awarded a significant portion of the house’s value.
Guess what did I do with the settlement?
I bought a cozy little house with a big yard for Bailey.
She now spends her days chasing squirrels and rolling in the grass, while I just look at her with pride and gratitude.
Every night, as she curls up beside me, her steady breathing reminds me of what truly matters. Even when life unravels, love and a little resilience can stitch it back together stronger than before.
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