"She has a small apartment downtown. You can move in there for now."
I slammed my chopsticks down. My head whipped toward Joel.
"When exactly did you 'talk it over' with me?"
"That apartment is already rented out!"
Laurel jumped in immediately, her voice dripping with sarcasm:
"So you'd rather let a stranger live there than your own sister-in-law? Is that it?"
Joel stared at me too, something odd in his expression:
"Do you have some kind of problem with Maya?"
In my past life, if he'd asked me that, I would have said no without hesitation.
But now I took a deep breath and held my temper with everything I had.
"I don't have a problem with her. I have a problem with you."
Joel blinked. "What did I do?"
"You made decisions about my property without my consent."
"That's it? We're married..."
"Married people still discuss things, don't they?"
"I..."
Joel had nothing.
I didn't finish breakfast. I grabbed my bag and went straight to the office.
During the lunch break, I met up with my best friend.
She was a lawyer. Her time was measured in billable seconds.
I got right to the point. "I want to divorce Joel. Can you help me sort out my premarital assets?"