hours I should've spent on my art fellowship, but my handyman husband, Ethan,
imately with Veronica Hayes, "Aunt Ronnie" to our son. Hiding nearby, I overheard his chilling confession: "M
asn't struggling; he was funding Veronica' s lavish influencer life. Later, he abandoned me in a a storm, leading to my
y art "old rags," pushing me and screaming he wished "Aunt Ronnie
ttered but resolute, I looked at Ethan: "I want a divorce." Dr. Reed' s fellowship, my art, my path to freed