He walked up to me, pulled a stack of cash from his pocket, and flung it in my face.
Bills scattered across the floor.
"Isabella, five years is long enough. Time to call it quits."
"That's enough to buy you, what, a dozen knockoff handbags?"
"Take the money and disappear."
I didn't pick up a single bill.
I just looked at him, my heart splitting open like someone had taken a blade to it.
"Dirk, when you were in the hospital, I sold the only piece of jewelry my mother ever left me."
"You told me the thing you hated most in this world was rich people. You said they had no souls."
"So I worked myself to the bone, terrified you might ever feel like you were going without."
Dirk looked at me like I'd just told the funniest joke he'd ever heard. He pulled Amy against him by the waist, his whole body shaking with laughter.
"Isabella, you really are painfully naive."
"That hospital stay? I was dodging an arranged marriage my family set up. Checked in for a few quiet days, that's all."
"Those few thousand dollars you scraped together didn't even cover my private nurse."
Amy nestled into his chest, giggling so hard she could barely stand.
"Dirk, your old taste was really something."