“Nah, smart,” Ethan replied, sipping something—probably the good whiskey he bought while she drank tap water. “I made bad bets, sure. Credit cards got out of hand. But why should I suffer? I’ve got a personal slave who thinks she’s being a good wife.”
Sarah’s purse slipped from her shoulder, thudding softly. They didn’t hear.
“What about that girl, Brooke?” someone asked.
“Oh yeah,” Ethan said, smiling in his tone. “Brooke doesn’t know about the debt. Thinks I’m doing great. I take her nice places, buy her nice things. She’s fun—not exhausted and complaining like Sarah.”
“You’re using Sarah’s money to date Brooke?”
“Where else? Sarah works so hard, doesn’t even check statements anymore. Just deposits checks and keeps going. I skim for my stuff. She’s too tired to notice.”
