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“You paid it.”

“Because you let everyone assume I would.”

He crossed his arms. “They’re family.”

“So am I, Chris, but you keep choosing them over me.”

His face tightened.

“Why are you making this so big?”

I closed the laptop.

“They’re family.”

“You took money I saved for us without asking me.”

“I said I’d replace it.”

“With your next bonus?”

“Yes.”

“And what happens after the next dinner?”

He looked toward the hallway.

“I said I’d replace it.”

That was my answer.

“Your father’s birthday is the last family dinner I’ll finance,” I said.

Chris let out a tired breath.

“We’ll talk when you’ve calmed down.”

“I am calm.”

“Come to bed.”

“I mean it.”

“We’ll talk when you’ve calmed down.”

He walked away anyway.

I stayed at the table with the secret plane tickets in my desk and the missing money on the screen.

He didn’t know that he’d spent part of our marriage.

***

The next morning, I met my best friend, Jenny, for coffee.

Jenny knew something was wrong before I sat down.

“Chris took money from our anniversary account,” I said. “He used it to cover another family dinner.”

He walked away anyway.

“Without asking?”

I nodded.