“I’ll put it back after my bonus.”
“You spent it on your family’s dinner.”
“I’ll put it back after my bonus.”
“We ate too.”
“I ordered soup and garlic bread.”
Chris rubbed the back of his neck.
“It got out of hand.”
“Of course it did. Serena ordered lobster, her husband chose the most expensive steak, and their kids added desserts. Then you handed me the bill.”
“We ate too.”
“You paid it.”
“Because you let everyone assume I would.”
He crossed his arms. “They’re family.”
“So am I, Chris, but you keep choosing them over me.”
His face tightened.
“Why are you making this so big?”
I closed the laptop.
“They’re family.”
“You took money I saved for us without asking me.”
“I said I’d replace it.”
“With your next bonus?”
“Yes.”
“And what happens after the next dinner?”
He looked toward the hallway.
“I said I’d replace it.”
That was my answer.
“Your father’s birthday is the last family dinner I’ll finance,” I said.
Chris let out a tired breath.
“We’ll talk when you’ve calmed down.”
“I am calm.”
“Come to bed.”
“I mean it.”
“We’ll talk when you’ve calmed down.”
He walked away anyway.
I stayed at the table with the secret plane tickets in my desk and the missing money on the screen.
He didn’t know that he’d spent part of our marriage.
