my family because of one argument?”
“No.”
I turned toward him.
“I’m protecting myself because that argument finally showed me what was really happening.”
His expression twisted.
“I’m your husband.”
“And you threw a phone across the room because I spent six hundred dollars helping my father.”
The room fell silent.
“You told me that my money was mine and your money was yours. You made it perfectly clear that generosity was acceptable only when the money was flowing toward your relatives.”
Daniel glanced around.
For the first time that
