“No,” I said, a smile touching my lips. “Actually, it was the most profitable night of my life.”
I wasn’t walking away with money, though I had plenty of that now. I was walking away with something far more valuable. I had reclaimed my dignity. I had reclaimed my future.
I pulled out my phone and opened my banking app. I scrolled past the joint account, now closed. I scrolled past the “Marissa” transfers. I opened my new, personal account.
Balance: $3,200,000.
Status: Unencumbered.
I closed my eyes and leaned back. The nightmare of being a wallet with legs was over.
From now on, the only thing I was spending was my time, and I would spend it exactly how I pleased.
If you have ever felt used, if you have ever been the bank for people who treat you like a burden, remember this: You can close the account. You can change the locks. And sometimes, the best way to get even is to get everything.
