David asked for the house before he asked what would happen to our son. That was the moment I stopped wondering whether our twelve-year marriage could be saved. We were sitting across from each other at the long walnut table in the breakfast room, the Arizona sun cutting through the windows in hard white strips, when he pushed a yellow legal pad toward me. On it, in his impatient block handwriting, he had made a list: house, vehicles, brokerage accounts, Scottsdale property, wine collection, furniture, watches, Mercer Development. At the bottom he had written one more word and circled it twice. Everything.<\/p>\n
I read the page slowly. Not because I needed time to understand it, but because I wanted to be absolutely certain I would remember the order. David stood at the kitchen island with one hand wrapped around a coffee mug. He wore the gray trousers from his favorite Italian suit and a white shirt with the cuffs still undone. Even at seven in the morning, while telling his wife that their marriage was over, he looked prepared for a photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou made a list,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s easier this way.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
His mouth tightened. \u201cClaire, please don\u2019t turn this into one of those conversations.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost asked what kind he meant. A conversation where I expected him to answer a question? A conversation where I refused to nod while he explained my own life to me? Twelve years had taught me that asking would only give him another opportunity to make my reaction the problem.<\/p>\n
So I looked at the list again.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Sam?\u201d<\/p>\n
David glanced toward the hallway.<\/p>\n
Our eight-year-old son was upstairs getting ready for school. A few minutes earlier I had heard him searching for his left sneaker, opening and closing drawers with the urgency of someone convinced footwear could disappear through solid walls.<\/p>\n
David lowered his voice. \u201cHe stays with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Not our son stays with you.<\/p>\n
Not I think Sam should live primarily with you.<\/p>\n
He stays with you.<\/p>\n
The words were delivered with the same brisk certainty he used when assigning a property manager to a building.<\/p>\n
I folded the legal pad once and placed it beside my untouched coffee.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
David gave a short laugh. \u201cAbout Sam?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression changed. He had expected tears. I could see that now. Perhaps anger. Perhaps bargaining. Certainly questions. My calmness unsettled him more than any scene would have.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve thought about this for months,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
That answered something I hadn\u2019t asked.<\/p>\n
Months.<\/p>\n
I studied him carefully. \u201cAnd you want everything on this list.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI built this life.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Not we.<\/p>\n
I looked around the kitchen. The limestone counters I had chosen. The cabinets I had argued should be repaired rather than replaced during the renovation David insisted upon. The breakfast nook where Sam had learned to read. The refrigerator covered with school drawings that clashed violently with the immaculate architecture.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou built it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what I mean.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
David believed money had created our life, and because most of the visible money flowed through his company, he believed the life belonged to him. It didn\u2019t matter that I had handled our household finances for years, coordinated accountants, tracked property taxes, organized insurance renewals, reviewed statements, and quietly prevented dozens of expensive mistakes.<\/p>\n
Those things were administrative.<\/p>\n
His word.<\/p>\n
The important work, according to David, happened in conference rooms.<\/p>\n
I heard Sam running down the stairs.<\/p>\n
Neither of us spoke until he appeared in the doorway wearing his backpack and two different socks.<\/p>\n
\u201cFound my shoe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExcellent,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
He noticed his father\u2019s expression. \u201cAre you guys fighting?\u201d<\/p>\n
David answered before I could.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, buddy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sam looked at me for confirmation.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re talking.\u201d<\/p>\n
He accepted that, though not completely. Children understand tone long before adults give them credit for understanding facts.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan Dad drive me?\u201d<\/p>\n
David checked his watch.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a meeting.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sam\u2019s shoulders dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll take you,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
He disappeared toward the garage.<\/p>\n
David picked up his briefcase.<\/p>\n
\u201cHave Jessica contact Mark.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica Alvarez was my attorney. Mark Holloway was his.<\/p>\n
The fact that he already knew whom I had retained told me he had been paying closer attention than he pretended.<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said you\u2019ve been thinking about this for months.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many?\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes moved away from mine for less than a second.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes it matter?\u201d<\/p>\n
It did now.<\/p>\n
\u201cI suppose not.\u201d<\/p>\n
He seemed relieved.<\/p>\n
That interested me.<\/p>\n
Then he left.<\/p>\n
I remained in the kitchen until I heard his Mercedes start in the driveway.<\/p>\n
Only after the garage door closed did I unfold the yellow sheet again.<\/p>\n
Everything.<\/p>\n
I opened the drawer beneath the built-in desk and removed a small notebook.<\/p>\n
For three years, I had kept records David didn\u2019t know existed.<\/p>\n
Not secret accounts.<\/p>\n
Not hidden money.<\/p>\n
Records.<\/p>\n
There was a difference, and someday it might matter.<\/p>\n
The first entry dated back to a Tuesday night three years earlier, when I had been reconciling statements after Sam went to bed. I had found a loan associated with one of Mercer Development\u2019s commercial properties. The balance was much higher than it should have been. When I traced the collateral, I discovered another property attached to the same obligation.<\/p>\n
Then another.<\/p>\n
Cross-collateralization wasn\u2019t inherently improper. In David\u2019s business, it could even be useful. But the scale worried me.<\/p>\n
I had waited until dinner the next evening.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you explain something about the Camelback loan?\u201d<\/p>\n
David barely looked up from his steak.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt appears to be secured by more than the Camelback property.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
Not kindly.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated the way he said my name when he was preparing to educate me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m asking because\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know why you\u2019re asking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen answer me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He put down his fork.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou see numbers on statements and assume you understand the structure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not assuming anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s exactly what you\u2019re doing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree properties appear to be tied to one obligation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf something goes wrong with one\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing is going wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
His certainty was immediate.<\/p>\n
I remember that more clearly than the words themselves.<\/p>\n
Nothing is going wrong.<\/p>\n
The following month, another loan appeared.<\/p>\n
Then another guarantee.<\/p>\n
I stopped asking David questions.<\/p>\n
Instead, I began learning.<\/p>\n
I read every document I was legally entitled to see. I kept copies of disclosures sent to our home. I learned which entities owned which properties, which debts were personally guaranteed, and which assets only looked valuable because enormous obligations sat behind them.<\/p>\n
David saw buildings.<\/p>\n
I began seeing strings.<\/p>\n
Pull one, and three others moved.<\/p>\n
By the time he wrote everything on a yellow legal pad, I understood something he apparently did not.<\/p>\n
Owning an asset and owning its value were not the same thing.<\/p>\n
Sam called from the garage.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom!\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed the notebook.<\/p>\n
\u201cComing.\u201d<\/p>\n
During the drive to school, he told me about a science project involving bean plants. I asked questions. He explained that his partner, Tyler, was probably going to kill their plant because Tyler had already forgotten to water it twice.<\/p>\n
Ordinary conversation.<\/p>\n
I held on to it.<\/p>\n
At the drop-off lane, Sam unbuckled his seat belt, then hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Dad mad at me?\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands tightened around the steering wheel.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe looked mad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s dealing with grown-up things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid I do something?\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Listen to me. Nothing happening between your father and me is because of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He watched my face.<\/p>\n
Children can tell when adults are choosing words carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you getting divorced?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question landed harder than David\u2019s list had.<\/p>\n
I could have lied.<\/p>\n
Instead I reached across the console and squeezed his hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re figuring some things out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat means yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means your dad and I have decisions to make.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo I have to choose?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer came so quickly that he blinked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou will never have to choose between us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPromise?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPromise.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
Then he opened the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t forget my project needs dirt.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd not the gross dirt with bugs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll speak to the dirt department.\u201d<\/p>\n
That earned a reluctant smile.<\/p>\n
I watched him disappear through the school gates before allowing myself to breathe normally.<\/p>\n
Then I called Jessica.<\/p>\n
She answered on the second ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me he finally said it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe finally said it.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the folded paper beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
Then, very carefully, she asked, \u201cDefine everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe house. Cars. Investments. Vacation property. Furniture. Wine. Watches. Mercer Development.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd custody?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said Sam stays with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome to my office.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m on my way.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her office occupied the fifth floor of a modest building downtown. David had once made a joke about it after learning I had hired her. He measured attorneys the way he measured restaurants: by marble, address, and whether someone recognized him when he walked through the door.<\/p>\n
Jessica measured cases by documents.<\/p>\n
That was one reason I trusted her.<\/p>\n
When I arrived, she closed the door and listened without interrupting while I repeated the conversation.<\/p>\n
Then I gave her David\u2019s list.<\/p>\n
She read it twice.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wrote this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToday?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She placed it on her desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he specifically said he wants Mercer Development?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has always said it\u2019s his.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLegally, that statement is more complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica studied me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened my bag and removed the notebook.<\/p>\n
Then a flash drive.<\/p>\n
Then a folder.<\/p>\n
Jessica stopped smiling.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree years.\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened the folder.<\/p>\n
Inside were copies of loan statements, property schedules, tax notices, guarantees, insurance documents, and spreadsheets I had created to understand how everything connected.<\/p>\n
Jessica spent almost twenty minutes reading.<\/p>\n
I watched her expression change.<\/p>\n
First curiosity.<\/p>\n
Then concentration.<\/p>\n
Then concern.<\/p>\n
Finally she looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes David know you have this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you obtain anything you weren\u2019t authorized to access?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Household records, jointly available statements, documents mailed to our residence, disclosures I received legitimately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never accessed company systems?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNever.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNever guessed a password?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNever asked an employee for confidential information?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood why she was being precise.<\/p>\n
\u201cJessica, I\u2019m not trying to ruin him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t what worries me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does?\u201d<\/p>\n
She tapped the papers.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think he may be trying to ruin you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The air conditioner hummed overhead.<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would a sophisticated businessman insist on taking every leveraged asset in a divorce?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he thinks they make him rich.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
She lifted one statement.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut David understands financing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe understands it better than I do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
That thought sat between us.<\/p>\n
For three years, I had assumed David was careless because arrogance had made him reckless.<\/p>\n
What if the pattern wasn\u2019t carelessness?<\/p>\n
Jessica turned to her computer.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want independent valuations. Every property. Every major account. Every liability attached to them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019ll fight that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe can.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I want you to stop discussing finances with him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause until I understand what he\u2019s doing, I don\u2019t want him knowing what you know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of his expression when I asked how long he had been planning the divorce.<\/p>\n
The brief movement of his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cMonths,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he\u2019d been thinking about divorce for months.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he say how many?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe avoided answering.\u201d<\/p>\n
She wrote something down.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire, is there anything financially separate from the marriage?\u201d<\/p>\n
I hesitated.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
Her pen stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy grandmother created a trust for me years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many years?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore I married David.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes he know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knows my grandmother left me something. He doesn\u2019t know the structure or value.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHas marital money ever been contributed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you used the trust to support joint expenses?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho administers it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA private bank in New York.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica\u2019s shoulders relaxed slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cGet me the trust documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if it remained separate, it may be one of the few things David cannot touch.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the folder spread across her desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if he really takes everything else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica looked at me for a long moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you let him?\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about Sam asking whether he would have to choose.<\/p>\n
Then I thought about the houses, cars, watches, bottles of wine, brokerage statements, and buildings David treated as proof of his importance.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Sam is protected.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire, you shouldn\u2019t surrender assets just because you want this over.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not surrendering anything today.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut if he insists?\u201d<\/p>\n
She watched me.<\/p>\n
I pointed at the property schedule.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf he wants the assets, he should take what belongs with them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes followed my finger to the liabilities column.<\/p>\n
Understanding came slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat would need to be explicit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen make it explicit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019ll have counsel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHis attorney will read it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe should.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd David?\u201d<\/p>\n
I pictured my husband\u2019s yellow legal pad.<\/p>\n
Everything.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat will be his decision.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica didn\u2019t answer immediately.<\/p>\n
Then she gathered the documents into a neat stack.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll draft a proposal.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cJessica.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t make it tricky.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t planning to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean it. No traps. No obscure wording. No buried sentence.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cClear language.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClear enough that nobody can honestly claim they were deceived.\u201d<\/p>\n
She understood.<\/p>\n
What happened next would have to belong entirely to David.<\/p>\n
When I returned home that afternoon, his closet was half empty.<\/p>\n
Sam was at a friend\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
A suitcase was missing from the storage room.<\/p>\n
On the bathroom counter, David had left his spare house key.<\/p>\n
Beside it sat a white envelope.<\/p>\n
Inside was a typed letter informing me that he had moved temporarily to the Scottsdale property and that future discussions regarding our separation should occur through counsel.<\/p>\n
At the bottom, beneath his signature, he had handwritten one sentence.<\/p>\n
I expect this to be handled fairly.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
Then my phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
Jessica.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve started reviewing the corporate disclosures,\u201d she said. \u201cThere\u2019s something you need to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne of the guarantees you showed me isn\u2019t the only one.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many are there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJessica.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire, I think the liabilities may be substantially larger than what you\u2019ve documented.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat on the edge of the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much larger?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need verification before I give you a number.\u201d<\/p>\n
Through the window I could see the driveway where David\u2019s Mercedes usually sat.<\/p>\n
Empty now.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes he know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at his abandoned key.<\/p>\n
For the first time since morning, fear found me.<\/p>\n
Not fear of losing the mansion.<\/p>\n
Not fear of losing the cars.<\/p>\n
Fear that David\u2019s demand for everything had never been about greed alone.<\/p>\n
\u201cFind out,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Jessica\u2019s voice sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my hand around the key.<\/p>\n
Somewhere across town, my husband believed he had begun a fight over who would leave our marriage richer.<\/p>\n
I was beginning to suspect we were fighting over something much more dangerous.<\/p>\n
Whether one of us had already arranged for the other to inherit a disaster.<\/p>\n
David asked for the house before he asked what would happen to our son. That was the moment I stopped wondering whether our twelve-year marriage could be saved. We were … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":14998,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14999","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-feel-one-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14999","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14999"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14999\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15039,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14999\/revisions\/15039"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/14998"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14999"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14999"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feelonestory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14999"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}