disbelief. “Then what do you call taking money out of my account without my knowledge?”
“I was supporting my family!”
“With my money!”
“You’re my wife!”
“Exactly,” I replied, my voice chillingly calm. “I was your wife, not a bank you had permission to rob whenever your family demanded more.”
Daniel started crying. For the first time, I felt no sympathy.
Only exhaustion.
“Mom had so many expenses,” Daniel whimpered. “Aaron was always short on cash. I just didn’t want it to look like you were the only successful one
