“It started with fantasy football,” he said finally. His voice was hollow. “Four years ago. A few hundred bucks. Then the apps made it so easy. You could bet on anything. Every game, every quarter, every play.” He rubbed his face. “I lost my commission savings first. Then I started borrowing against my credit cards. Then I had nothing left.”
“So you divorced me.”
“My mom said it was the only way.” He looked up. “If we were divorced, I could get the house in my name and borrow against it without your signature. I could get the money out of your 401(k). She said you’d never find out, because you never check anything. She said you trust me too much.”
“Your mother said that.”
