Right after I paid off my husband’s $300,000 debt, he confessed he had an affair and said I had to leave the house. My in laws supported the other woman, and I could not help but laugh as I looked straight at him and asked if he had completely lost his mind and forgotten something very important.
The day I finished paying off my husband’s $300,000 business loan should have been the happiest day of our marriage, because for three long years I had worked like someone chasing survival instead of comfort. I took on endless consulting contracts, stayed awake through exhausting nights finishing reports, and even sold a small apartment my parents left me so every dollar could go toward saving his collapsing company.
My husband, Jonathan Brooks, always said we were a team and that everything we built belonged to both of us. He used to promise that once the debt disappeared, we would finally live the life we deserved without stress hanging over our heads.
