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

By morning, Micah was at daycare, Nicole was in her stroller, and I was in a cab, giving the driver the address and my last $120. At a red light, I spotted Michael’s car—the dent by the license plate confirmed it.

I told the driver to keep his distance.

Michael pulled into the same apartment complex listed in the folders.

My stomach twisted.

So I was right.

The cab stopped across the street.

“That him?” the driver asked.

“Yes.” I nodded.

I’d told him everything during the ride—my thoughts racing too fast for silence.

“I can give you ten minutes. Then I’m out — shift change.”