My Husband's Other Home
Language: en
“$25,000?” I stared at Declan’s phone screen. The text was from the bank: "Your loan ending in 8888 is due for a monthly payment of $25,000. Please remit immediately." He was in the shower. His phone was sitting on the coffee table. I read it again. Twenty-five thousand dollars a month? What loan? We had been married for eight years. I had no idea he had any debt of that magnitude. My finger instinctively slid across the glass, locating his bank app. I tapped it open. Loan Balance: $4.5 million. A silent, deafening explosion went off in my head. The sound of the shower stopping…