‘I’ll leave her homeless; she’s …

That was when I heard Ryan’s voice, clear as day, talking to someone I assumed was Marcus. But Ryan was not discussing weekend plans or work drama. He was laying out a detailed strategy for how he planned to destroy me financially, because apparently that is what loving husbands do in their spare time.

“The thing is,” Ryan was saying, his voice casual, like he was discussing the weather, “she signed a prenup that protects my assets, but it doesn’t protect hers. Once I file for divorce, I can claim half of everything she brought into this marriage.”

My knees went weak. Half of everything.

Ladies, I had built my consulting business from nothing. Every dollar in my accounts came from years of working sixteen-hour days, hustling for clients, and sacrificing weekends. And this man was discussing it like it was his retirement plan.