He let what he wanted turn him into a monster.

I wasn’t going to let what you did to me turn me into one.

Doing the right thing isn’t a payment you make in exchange for gratitude.

If it were, it wouldn’t be worth doing.” And that cut deeper than any anger he could have shown me, because I had spent eight years married to a man who believed the exact opposite of it — who believed that every kindness was a loan, that every gift created a debt, that no one ever did anything except to be repaid.

Marcus had quietly undid my husband’s entire philosophy of the human heart, in three sentences, without ever mentioning his name.