You’re nothing without me,” my husband once declared. But a year later, he was standing in my office, desperately begging for a job.
You Are Nothing Without Me—Or So He Thought “Without me, you are nothing, Anna. Remember that well.” Igor threw the last of his clothes into the suitcase, zipping it shut with a sharp motion. His words sliced through the dimly lit apartment like a cold blade. Anna stood in the doorway, her fists clenched so … Read more