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

I almost walked back inside to ask for them.

Then I remembered that asking him for something practical was often how every argument restarted.

Gregory came out carrying a small umbrella.

He said the restaurant could arrange a ride, and he offered to have my car collected later if I authorized it.

I thanked him and declined until I spoke to Laura.

He didn’t seem offended.

He simply waited nearby while I tried to call her.

The first time I dialed, my fingers slipped on the screen.