I Married A Man 30 Years Older For His Fortune Until His Lawyer Gave Me What I Deserved
The apartment smelled of instant noodles and rain slipping through a window that never closed properly. I sat on the bed, sorting my tips into small stacks across the comforter, rent, electricity, groceries. The grocery stack was always the smallest. My feet ached inside socks I had worn for twelve straight hours, and at thirty…