For the next two days he spoke about luxury condos, a new car, and trips to Europe, repeating, “I always knew I was meant for something bigger.” He began looking at me with open criticism and said, “If I am stepping into a higher circle, I need a wife who matches it, you should work on yourself.”
On the morning of the will reading, he refused my offer to go with him and said, “This is Gallagher family business, you stay here.” He returned that night glowing with excitement and announced, “It is worth about two million dollars, I am set for life.”
Two days later, he stood in our kitchen and said in a calm, chilling voice, “We need to end this, I am starting fresh and you are holding me back.” When I whispered, “You waited for the money before saying this,” he did not deny it.
He had already packed my clothes into a suitcase and two bags while I was at work. He handed me divorce papers and said, “Sign here, I do not need you anymore, I am rich now.”
I signed without drama because something inside me had already broken beyond repair. I called my best friend Mallory Jensen and asked if I could stay with her, and she answered, “Of course, get over here right now.”