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

One afternoon, Tessa found me staring at the empty chair where our new associate would sit.

“Are you wondering whether we can afford another person?” she asked.

“I’m wondering whether I know how to be responsible for a bigger company when I made such a mess of my personal life,” I said.

She pulled up the hiring forecast we’d spent weeks developing.

“You trained me to look at evidence before fear,” she said.

“Maybe you could try taking your own advice.”

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