Five years ago, Ava stood at the altar, full of hope. Tonight, her dreams lay shattered on the kitchen table — replaced by a cruel spreadsheet calculating the “cost” of her love.I need to talk to you,” her husband Daniel said. Ava’s excitement for their anniversary dinner vanished like a puff of smoke.

They had once built dreams together — through infertility, fertility treatments, and finally, the birth of their miracle baby, Ben. Ava had even left her career to be a stay-at-home mom. She never expected to be repaid with cold numbers.When Daniel handed her the document, Ava was stunned. He had calculated everything she “cost” him over the years — food, bills, even child care — and demanded she pay him back before he “started to resent her.”Ava didn’t cry. Instead, she spent days crafting her own spreadsheet. Every sacrifice, every hour spent raising Ben, every task done in love — all totaled up. When she handed Daniel the folder, the number at the bottom read: $500,000.

He stammered, shocked. But Ava stood firm. “Respect and understanding are the pillars of marriage,” she said. “And all I see are cracks.”Then she told him she had spoken to a lawyer. “We’re done, Daniel.”Because love doesn’t come with an invoice. And her worth? It could never be measured in dollars.