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

That small gesture unsettled me more than the stares.

I had grown accustomed to people looking away.

Spencer noticed the card.

“You’re all making it sound like I attacked her,” he said sharply.

I looked at the stain spreading across my dress.

“You threw something at me because I said no.”

“You’re twisting the entire evening.”

That was how it always worked.