"Miss Green, would you like to try another card?" the agent asked, eyeing me doubtfully.
"No, all my funds are tied up in this one," I replied, my smile faltering, my voice barely a whisper.
That evening, Brian returned from work as usual, casually asking about dinner and ranting about his day as if nothing was amiss.
I finally blurted out, "Brian, what happened to the two million in our joint account?"
His brow furrowed at my question, and he put down his fork, a mix of discomfort and irritation in his gaze.
"Didn't we agree that I'd manage our finances? Why this interrogation all of a sudden?" he stammered.
"Today, I revisited that house we liked. I tried to put down a deposit, but there wasn't enough money in the account," I explained, gazing at him and seeking an explanation or at least a proper reaction from him.
"You didn't think to discuss this with me first?" Brian rose, his stare intensifying as if I had committed a great wrong.
"Most of that two million was my contribution; you haven't added anything for a while, Brian."
"So you're blaming me now, Olivia? It was your idea to pool your savings quickly for the wedding!" he retorted.