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

The cab drove off, leaving me alone in an unfamiliar part of town.

I stared at the building until my legs finally carried me forward. “Okay, Flo. Get it together.”

I climbed the steps, palms damp.

Inside, I approached the desk and steadied my voice. “I’m dropping off medication for the person in 3B. Michael asked me to leave it with her — she’s on oxygen.”

The woman glanced at Nicole, then nodded.

I wasn’t lying—someone was on oxygen. The paperwork proved it.

Moments later, I rode the elevator in silence. Nicole slept. I knocked once. The door opened partway. The smell came first—bleach, steamed vegetables, something clinical.

Then I saw her.

Pale skin. Fragile arms. An oxygen tank humming beside the couch.

“Close your mouth, Florence,” she said flatly. “I’m not some woman he’s cheating with.”