At Least You’re Poor
Silence swallowed the room. Amelia reached for Rebecca’s arm. “This can be discussed privately. There’s no reason to damage such an advantageous marriage.”
Rebecca pulled away. “Advantageous.”
“Rebecca, be reasonable.”
“For two years, you told me security was the only thing that mattered. Then you forced me toward a man you believed had none. Now that you know he’s wealthy, you want me to forgive everything before lunch.”
“I saved the company.”
“No. You used me to save it.”