He Made Me Financially Dependent So I’d Never Leave — He Forgot I Used to Be a Risk Analyst, and I’d Been Preparing for Eleven Months

I looked at Cynthia, and then at my husband, and I did not explode.

I set my daughter’s knife down beside her plate, and I said, in an even voice, “That is an interesting decision.”

Cynthia’s confident smile flickered.

Brandon blinked.

“What is?” he asked.

“Moving Cynthia into this house,” I said, calmly.