My Husband Demanded We Split Finances

When James’s salary doubled, he demanded we split all expenses 50/50 —

even though I worked part-time at his request to raise our daughter. I agreed…

but only if we put it in writing.

He was thrilled.

Smug, even. But what he didn’t realize was, that document was step one in my plan,

While he flaunted his new income and treated me like I didn’t belong in his world,

I reconnected with my old professional network — including his boss,

When James was demoted months later,

confused and furious, I was calm.

Because I’d just accepted his job offer.

Full-time. With better pay.

He tried to go back to how things were,

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