When I Refused to Pay for Dinner, My Husband Threw Wine in My Face. He Never Expected What I Did Next.

“Then explain it to me right now.”

He glanced nervously toward the security guards.

“Not here.”

“Here is where you decided to humiliate me,” I said firmly.

Gertrude reached across the table.

“Put that phone away.”

I moved my phone out of her reach.

“Did you authorize this transfer?”