He slammed it onto the coffee table with a loud smack.
“Emily Carter, are you insane? A hundred thousand! You spent a hundred thousand in just one month!”
His chest heaved with rage as he jabbed at the details on the statement, his voice trembling.
“Imported soy sauce—three thousand a bottle? German dishcloths—five hundred each? What are you, wiping the floor with gold?”
I poured myself a glass of water leisurely, not even looking at him.
“You were the one who promised to give me and our child the best life. And your mom said the Carter family could afford to keep someone who didn’t need to work. Besides, isn’t this the same level of spending as when I was working?”
The only difference was, back then I paid the bills myself.
I lifted my head and stared at him.
“What’s wrong, Daniel? Can’t afford me anymore?”
The words pierced his fragile pride. His face flushed crimson.
“Starting next month, every major expense must go through me!” he gritted out between his teeth before slamming the door on his way out.
The next day, my mother-in-law came over, her voice syrupy sweet.