He didn’t look at her. He lifted his eyes and stared at me coldly instead.
“Tucker, I didn’t—” I opened my mouth to explain.
But he cut me off, looking away first.
He reached into the inside pocket of his suit, pulled out a bank card, and handed it to Kelsey.
“If you run out of money, use this.”
His voice was calm.
“This is dividend income from shares I bought under your name. It doesn’t belong to the marital assets I share with her.”
As he said that, he looked at me again.
There was an unmistakable warning in his eyes.
“She has no right to touch that.”
Verity’s POV
At that moment, it felt like the air was being slowly pulled out of my lungs.
What Tucker did hurt more than if he’d questioned me directly, far more than if he’d accused me like my brothers did.
He’d built everything from nothing. I knew how hard it was for him, so I’d never once asked him for “allowance.”
I had my own income, my own savings.
He rarely gave me anything. Gifts were few and far between.
And I never complained about it.
But now, he handed over the money he earned himself to Kelsey—so casually.