someone enjoying life. I took on nonstop consulting work, pushed through sleepless nights to complete reports, and even sold a small apartment my parents had left me so every cent could go toward rescuing his failing company.
My husband, Jonathan Brooks, always insisted we were partners and that everything we built belonged to both of us. He promised that once the debt was gone, we would finally enjoy the life we deserved without constant pressure hanging over us.
So when the bank confirmed that the loan had been fully repaid
