Lauren yanked Noel into her arms protectively, glaring at me with open contempt.
"Laurence, enough! You won't do this, you won't do that, all you're good for is bullying someone younger than you. There's a limit to how unreasonable you can be!"
"You're a part-time calligraphy teacher making pocket change. Your salary's so pathetic I'd be embarrassed to use it for gas money."
"You only live the life you do because of me. Where do you get off thinking you can tell me what to do?!"
A sneer curled at the corner of her mouth.
"Noel actually helps me carry the load at the company. Forget swapping him into a party game. If he wanted the moon, I'd pluck it from the sky for him!"
"And what can you do for me? You wormed your way into a wedding with me without so much as a decent betrothal gift. You're nothing but a freeloader trying to cash in!"
"So, Laurence, take the money and sit down. If it's not enough, I'll give you more. But if you keep making trouble, I won't go through with the marriage license. Period!"
My chest ached, tight and suffocating.
So refusing to accept my wife kissing another man was "making trouble."