Peter swallowed hard, a muscle twitching wildly in his jaw as he stared at the wall.

“Because I knew if I brought it to you like a grown-up, you’d scream no right away and refuse to even look at the budget,” he whispered bitterly.

I stared at him in complete disbelief, watching the man I had built a home with tear down every last bit of respect I had left for him.

“So instead of respecting your wife’s limits, you decided to just arrange a secret eviction behind my back and force me to accept it once it was done?” I asked.

“I really thought that once it was all set up and you saw how calm the house was with just the twins, you’d see it was the smartest choice for everybody,” he confessed in a quiet rush.