Kicked Out, Broke, and Jailed My Ex Paid the Ultimate Price

Just as I got home from a business trip, a notification popped up on my phone: a seventy-dollar charge at a gas station.

I texted my husband, Marcus: "I've been gone for three days. Did you go on a road trip?"

He replied almost instantly: "Just went fishing out in the western suburbs with the guys."

My stomach dropped.

The gas station on the receipt was on the complete opposite side of town—way out east.

Marcus was lying. I called him immediately.

"I need the car. I have to head back to the office tonight."