I would have expected heartbreak, but instead, I felt an overwhelming sense of liberation. The shackles that had been binding me to a loveless marriage were finally broken. I realized that I was not losing a husband; I was gaining my freedom.
Brandon had no idea about my financial independence. To him, I was the dependent housewife, oblivious to the fact that I was not only surviving but thriving in my professional life. My salary of $130,000 a year—unbeknownst to him—offered me a safety net. I had always kept my professional life separate, not out of secrecy but because it was a part of my identity he never cared to know or understand. Our divorce, finalized swiftly due to his eagerness, left me with my assets intact and my dignity restored.
