After the inheritance, my husband kicked me out — “I don’t need you anymore. I’m rich now.”
As soon as my husband found out he was coming into an inheritance, he announced, “Pack your bags. I’m a rich man now.” He pushed me out the door of our tiny apartment on the South Side of Chicago and filed for divorce.
I signed everything calmly.
I didn’t scream.
I didn’t beg.
I just signed.
But the moment the lawyer read the will, that same man dropped to his knees in front of me.
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This is the story of Kaziah Vance.
Kaziah woke up to the sound of her alarm at 5:30 a.m.
It was still pitch-black outside over Chicago. Only the streetlights cast a dim glow over the snow-covered courtyard behind their old brick building.
She stretched, trying not to wake Tavarius, and carefully slipped out from under the quilt.
The cold immediately stung her bare feet.
The radiators in their drafty two-bedroom apartment on the South Side were barely putting out any heat.
In the bathroom, Kaziah looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Thirty-two years old, but she looked every bit of forty. Dark circles under her eyes that no amount of concealer could hide anymore.
The first fine lines around her mouth.
Hair that desperately needed a touch-up and a fresh braid. But she had neither the time nor the money for the salon.
She ran a hand over her face, splashed it with ice-cold water, and started getting ready for work.
“You up early again?”
Tavarius’s grumpy voice drifted from the bedroom.
“I have to be at work by eight, Tav,” Kaziah answered softly, pulling on an old plaid sweater.
“Go back to sleep.”
“How am I supposed to rest with you making all that racket at the crack of dawn?” he grumbled, turning his face to the wall.
Kaziah bit her lip. Back in the day, five years ago when they first moved in together, Tavarius used to wake up with her.
He’d send her off with a kiss, tell her she was the finest woman in the world.
He’d brew her coffee while she got ready, kiss the top of her head, and promise to have dinner ready by the time she got home.
But now, every move she made just seemed to get on his nerves.
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