“They were wired into a trust account under my name only.”
Linda’s lips parted. “You moved it?”
“I protected it,” I said.
Ethan stepped forward. “Sophia, why would you do that without talking to me?”
I stared at him. “Because it was never yours to talk about.”
His face flushed. “We’re married.”
“Yes, we are,” I said. “Which is why I found it interesting that my husband and his mother felt comfortable assigning away money that belonged to me before I even got home from closing.”
Linda pointed at me. “Don’t twist this. Ethan was trying to do the decent thing.”
“The decent thing,” I said, “would have been asking.”
I watched Ethan’s jaw tighten. He wasn’t sorry. He was angry his plan had failed.
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