"And don't forget, we split everything fifty-fifty. If you can't afford to carry your own weight, I'm under no obligation to support you!"
"When that day comes, you could get on your knees and beg, and I still wouldn't forgive you!"
Three threats in a row. Impressive.
I was the one who'd taught her how to manage a company. I was the one who'd shown her how to negotiate with clients. When she first proposed splitting everything down the middle, she'd dressed it up in all sorts of pretty words about equality and mutual growth. Now here she was, wielding it like a weapon.
I let out a cold laugh. "Eve, I could beg for change on a street corner and I still wouldn't take a single cent from you."
"Besides, you've already lost the right to make me bow my head."
Eve reacted as though she'd just heard the most ridiculous joke of her life.
"Lowell, who do you think you are? You're nothing but a lousy sales rep!"
"Since you don't know what's good for you, you can kiss your paycheck goodbye!"
With that, she stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door. The lock clicked behind her.
The air in the living room turned suffocating.
Then a wave of dizziness hit me out of nowhere.