I Won’t Be Your Housewife Loser

From the back cover

For eight years she kept the house, cooked the meals and raised their daughter while her ambitious husband built his fortune. Then the night their daughter runs a 104-degree fever, her card is declined at the hospital counter: the daily limit on it is seven dollars. Her husband, busy entertaining clients, tells her to give the child some baby Tylenol and stop running to the ER.

Alone in the hallway, she calls Attorney Martinez and asks for a divorce. He asks how much she knows about her husband's assets, and she cannot answer a single question. A stranger pays the hospital bill; her own father hangs up on her plea for help. Then, on her daughter's iPad, she finds the photos: a glamorous young woman, an anniversary cake, a jade bracelet, and a black card with a daily limit of seven thousand dollars.

By morning Martinez has the records. The house, the car, the company stake and the savings have all been moved to a woman named Chloe Summers. He calls it fraudulent conveyance and dissipation of marital assets, and warns her the situation is far worse than she thinks.