"You're clearly not thinking straight! You're still worked up and I'm not wasting my breath on this!"
"Stay home and think it over!"
The door slammed shut, and the living room fell into dead silence.
Daniel wasn't wrong about the facts.
I had no one. It had always been just me and my brother Adrian, holding each other up since we were kids.
Four years ago, after I gave birth to Rose, Lois Cox refused to help. So I quit my job and stayed home full-time with the baby.
Every ounce of devotion I'd poured into this family—that was exactly what Daniel held over my head to make sure I couldn't leave.
What a joke.
Just then, my phone rang.
"Hello, is this Miss Weiss? Is Daniel Cox your husband?"
"Your husband's loan with our bank has been overdue for over a month. Please let him know he needs to make a payment as soon as possible, or we will be taking legal action."
A high-pitched ringing flooded my skull.
Just moments ago, I'd been wondering where Daniel got the money for all those things he bought Julia.
Now it all made sense.
I dialed Adrian right away.
"Adrian—help me. I'm divorcing Daniel."