"You?" I'd arranged his position at Henson Sterling myself. His salary wasn't exactly generous. Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars was no small number for him.
He disappeared into the bedroom and came back with a card, which he flung straight at my face. "There. Satisfied now?"
The moment I saw that card, I froze.
It was the card my father had given him as a wedding gift. At the time, Brendan had said it was a gesture of goodwill from Dad and that he'd never touch the money on it.
But after I'd put my body through countless rounds of IVF for him, he felt he owed me. He started depositing money into it regularly.
Back then, his eyes had been full of plans for our future. "You cover most of the daily expenses for now, fine. But once you're pregnant, you have to let me step up as a father. This card is going to be the nest egg for our little family!"
Now that same card had become his bankroll for throwing money at Cindy Pruitt.
I bent down and picked it up. "Fine."
Cindy kicked the card out of my hand, her lip curling with contempt. "God, you're pathetic. Nickel-and-diming your own husband."
"She gave you the money. Now get lost."