That evening, I visited a lawyer recommended by Amaka.
I explained that I was worried about the money in our joint account and wanted to understand my rights. I also told her about the physical assault.
She listened carefully and explained the importance of keeping copies of financial records, documenting what had happened, and avoiding confrontations that might put me at risk.
She advised me to secure my personal documents and seek immediate help if I felt threatened.
I left her office with no dramatic solution, but I felt less helpless.
For the first time, I was making decisions based on facts rather than fear.
When I got home, Kelly was unusually affectionate.
He had bought my favorite food and arranged it on the dining table.
“Come and eat, baby,” he said.
I stopped in the doorway.
For months, he had barely asked whether I had eaten. Now he was smiling at me like a man who had just fallen in love.
