My Husband Controlled Every Dollar I Spent and Demanded I Save – When I Discovered Where the Money Was Really Going, I Nearly Fainted

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One day, he left the office door unlocked.

I had ten minutes before picking Micah up from daycare—something I’d paid for using my own dwindling savings.

I hadn’t planned to snoop. I just moved with intention.

On the bottom shelf were manila folders—rent statements, utility bills—all addressed to an apartment I didn’t recognize.

There were also checks made out to “Horizon Medical Billing” and “Fairgrove Oxygen Supply.”

I stood there holding them, like they might explode.

Was he paying for another place? Another family?

I didn’t sleep that night.