When I Refused to Pay for Dinner, My Husband Threw Wine in My Face. He Never Expected What I Did Next.
It occurred to me that for years Spencer had called my caution a weakness.
Now, caution was what allowed me to move.
I wasn’t freezing my accounts to punish him.
I was ensuring the rent, payroll, and supplier invoices could be paid while the unanswered questions were investigated.
Late that night, a voicemail arrived from Gertrude.
Her tone was artificially pleasant.
She suggested a family meeting and said there had been a misunderstanding about paperwork.
She ended by reminding me that marriages should be protected from outsiders.