My name is Clarissa Prescott, I am forty one years old, and for a decade I endured a
marriage to Roderick Bennett. He was a man who disguised his constant cruelty as lighthearted humor. On the morning of our tenth
wedding
anniversary, I woke up to discover that my husband had shaved off all my long hair while I slept. He left behind a spiteful handwritten note calling me ridiculous. He had timed this vicious humiliation perfectly. He was completely unaware that on this exact day I had planned to authorize his access to the eighteen million dollars I recently inherited from my late father. For months, I had genuinely believed we were planning our future together. Looking at my bare reflection in the mirror, my ten years of marriage suddenly made complete sense. I realized that my husband was only dreaming about securing my newly acquired wealth for himself. This prompted me to immediately contact the financial officer of my trust, Miranda Sterling, to permanently suspend any transfer of those funds.
