The Seven Dollar Coffee Divorce
Language: en
The notification from the company-wide Slack channel, five hundred people strong, popped up on my phone like a slap in the face. It was Meredith, my husband’s executive assistant. She hadn't just messaged me; she’d @-mentioned me in the general channel for everyone to see. “@Joyce, you used Brandon’s shared business account for a four-dollar latte yesterday. Please reimburse the petty cash fund by 5:00 PM today. Accounting needs to reconcile the books.” I stared at the screen, my heart hammering against my ribs. I’d used the "Family Share" card Brandon had given me years ago. It was a…