angry?”
“I did.”
“When?”
“Every time I asked you to stop volunteering me.”
His jaw tightened.
“That’s not the same as saying you’d leave.”
“I shouldn’t have to threaten divorce to earn basic respect.”
The room fell silent.
Then Eleanor placed one last page on the table.
It listed Daniel’s recent withdrawals from our joint discretionary account.
A luxury resort.
Golf fees.
A new watch.
And a $6,800 transfer to Melissa marked family support.
The transfer had been made two days after Daniel told me we needed to cancel
