Eve Pruitt was known as a powerhouse businesswoman. From the very start of our marriage, she'd insisted on a fifty-fifty agreement under the guise of "motivating me to be more ambitious." Everything was split down the middle, from major appliances to a single plastic bag.
And yet for something as sensitive as condoms, she hadn't asked me to split the cost.
That alone said everything.
On top of that, ever since Eve came back from that trip, we hadn't been intimate once.
She'd had her fun with someone else, and now she wanted me to foot half the bill.
The sheer audacity.
"Whoever you used them with," I said coolly, "take it up with him."
I didn't bother with another word and hung up.
But just before the call disconnected, I heard Gabriel's voice in the background.
"Come on, babe. What's his problem? He's only eating because of you. Without you, he's nothing."
I laughed coldly to myself.
None of them knew that this company was just a subsidiary under my group.
So who was really supporting whom here?