He Paid Her Daily Ubers, So I Sued Him For Everything

I unlocked my husband's phone, and an active Uber trip popped up on the screen.

The pickup was an unfamiliar apartment complex. The destination was a downtown hotel.

I scrolled back through a full year of ride history.

Every single weekday morning, at 8:10 AM sharp, an Uber was ordered from that same complex to his office. Never missed a day.

Every trip was twenty dollars.

I stared at the screen, remembering how I took the crowded subway every morning just to save a few bucks.

While I pinched pennies, he was paying for someone else's daily ride.