“It was mostly my money.”
It wasn’t.
I had deposited thirty thousand dollars from software I created before our marriage. Daniel had only added the rest, then insisted both names stay on the account because, according to him, “families don’t keep score.”
Behind him, Vanessa said, “Tell her we’re late for the boat.”
Daniel laughed softly. “You’ll survive. Ask your sister for help.”
My sister was deployed overseas.
He knew that.
I looked at Lily’s tiny hand curled beside her cheek, and something inside me became calm, sharp, and cold.
“Enjoy it while you can,” I said.
He laughed again and ended the call.
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