He walked past me into the living room and stopped beside the marble fireplace.

“I overreacted,” he said.

He ran his hand through his silver hair and stared down at the expensive Persian rug.

“The board has been demanding revised quarterly projections all week, and I took my stress out on you.”

I walked into the room and tapped my wedding ring against the marble mantelpiece.

“You shut off my access to the charity accounts.”

“A temporary security measure,” he said quickly.