They could not believe what was about to happen next as the night air began to grow cold.
The small storage room smelled of damp earth, chemical fertilizer, and old wood that had been sitting for years.
In one dark corner sat the flimsy folding bed that Trevor had the nerve to call a dresser.
My bags of clothes were scattered across the floor like trash, proving that my entire life meant nothing to these people.
I sat down on an old metal toolbox, opened my laptop, and took a very deep breath to steady my nerves.
From the small, dusty window of the cellar, I could see them through the large glass walls of the villa.
Evelyn was standing on the terrace, raising a glass made of my finest cut crystal toward the moon.
“For a united and prosperous family!” she shouted loudly so that everyone could hear her toast.
Everyone in the room applauded her, including Trevor, the man who had once sworn to protect and cherish me.
He was actually celebrating the fact that his own wife had been kicked out of her own bedroom and forced into a shed.
I did not cry because I had already cried enough during three years of a very disappointing marriage.
I had cried when Trevor quit his supposed business and started living entirely off my hard earned salary.
I cried when his mother called me a bossy woman just because I refused to pay for luxury vacations for his entire extended family.
I even cried when he told me I was a cold person simply because I would not let him take advantage of my professional connections.
I did not cry at all that night as I watched them from the shadows of the garden.
