one vacation.”
“No, Daniel. I’m acknowledging what our marriage became.”
He scoffed.
“You wouldn’t last six months without me.”
That almost made me smile.
Then his phone rang.
Daniel glanced at the screen.
His expression changed.
“What?”
He listened.
“No, the lease can’t change. My wife owns the building.”
I held his gaze.
“Yes,” I said softly.
“I do.”
He ended the call.
For the first time in years, Daniel looked uncertain.
I placed a thick folder on the kitchen table.
His eyes dropped to it.
“What’s that?”
“A financial
