My Husband Forgot to Hang Up and Said He Hated Me—6 Days Later, I Pressed Play at Our Anniversary Dinner

He opened it, scanned the first page, and froze.

“Divorce?”

“Yes.”

His eyes moved down the page.

“You’re asking for temporary custody arrangements and financial protections?”

“I’m asking the court to protect Maya’s interests and preserve our marital assets while the divorce proceeds.”

Julian gave a bitter laugh.

“You think you can afford to divorce me? You’re on maternity leave, Nora. You don’t even have a paycheck coming in right now.”

I looked at him calmly.

Before our marriage, I’d spent years working in corporate finance. Julian had always dismissed my habit of keeping detailed financial records, but he’d apparently forgotten how carefully I managed my own money.