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

PART 6

The sight of the envelope made me remember how Spencer had insisted I leave my handbag in the car earlier.

He said the restaurant had a coat room and I would look more elegant without carrying anything.

I had refused, thinking only about where to put my lipstick and keys.

Later, he had borrowed my pen, explaining that he needed to sign a receipt for work.

He had kept it.