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

I had forgotten that ordinary conversation could feel like rest.

That night, I stayed in Laura’s spare room.

At four in the morning, I found her sitting at the kitchen table with two mugs of warm tea.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” she asked gently.

I shook my head and sat down across from her.

“How did I let things get this bad?”

Laura studied her mug.

“Do you remember when you first introduced Spencer to us?