Just transferring a house to her. Is it necessary to get a divorce?
Five years into our marriage, my husband’s
“one true love” posted a picture of a property deed on her Instagram story.
The caption read: “So grateful to Ethan for
transferring this house to me.
I stared at the address, which was my
address. Confused, I commented a single
question mark: “?”.
^
Ethan’s accusatory call came instantly. “She’s a single mom, Olivia! Have some compassion! I just transferred the deed so her son can go to a better school. It doesn’t affect us living there.” His voice dripped with disdain.
“Seriously, you have a heart of stone.” Then, I heard Chloe’s fake, breathy sobs in the background.
Thirty minutes later, another Instagram story, this time tagging me. A shiny new Mercedes, worth at least a hundred grand. “Just bought this baby outright! You know what they say, a man’s money goes where his heart is.
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I knew it was a “sorry” gift from Ethan. This
time, I was done. I decided to get a divorce.
Ethan came home that evening to find me staring at a birthday cake, swallowing a Mifepristone pill. It was the first of the pills for a medication abortion.
It was my birthday. I’d bought the cake,
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waiting for him to celebrate, planning to tell
him I was pregnant. I’d waited until 7 pm,
unanswered calls and texts piling up. Only my
comment on Chloe’s post got an instant
response — a furious tirade. I’d tried to
explain, but he hung up and blocked me. The
stress triggered cramping and spotting.
