at me.
“What?”
“You said your money is yours and mine is mine.”
“That doesn’t mean you suddenly stop paying our bills.”
“I didn’t stop.”
I gave him a small smile.
“I paid fifty percent.”
His expression immediately hardened.
The mortgage alone ate up a huge portion of his monthly take-home income.
Then there were utilities.
Insurance.
Groceries.
Property taxes.
Internet.
Streaming services.
Home maintenance.
And the expensive country-club membership Daniel had insisted was essential for business networking.
For years, most of those expenses had quietly fallen on me.
Now
