“I told them I felt taken advantage of,” he snapped. “I even had to take out a personal loan to keep this place afloat.”
The word loan echoed in my head. “When did you take that loan?” I asked.
He looked away instead of answering. I flipped to a spreadsheet I had printed showing every mortgage payment from my individual account.
“These payments came from my severance, my freelance income, and my savings,” I explained. “If you took a loan using our joint account as collateral without telling me, that is a different issue.”
Brianna stared at the numbers. “Why would you say you have been paying everything?”
Colton’s jaw clenched. “You keep receipts like some paranoid accountant.”
“I learned from watching my own mother lose everything in a divorce,” I said softly. “I promised myself that would never be me.”
I reached under the binder and pulled out a sealed envelope with both our names and the date written neatly on it. “Since you want clean lines financially, we should discuss the rest.”
He opened it and his face drained of color. “Are you serious?”
“You asked for separation,” I replied. “I am filing for divorce and requesting reimbursement for documented contributions.”