The Price of Separation

For five years, I thought our marriage was solid. Then, my husband, Lionel Franco’s first love, Sandra Howard, posted a photo of a property deed on her social media.

The caption read: [Thank you, Lionel, for transferring the house to me.]

I stared in disbelief and left a single comment: [WTF?]

Lionel called within minutes.

“She’s a struggling single mother. Transferring the house to her makes it easier for her son to get into school. It doesn’t affect where we live,” he snapped.

“How can you be so lacking in compassion?”

In the background, I heard her muffled sobs.