Elara kept her phone turned off all day, knowing the storm was brewing. When she finally walked into the apartment that evening, she heard Dante’s heavy footsteps charging down the hallway toward her.
“Elara!” he roared, his face twisted in a mask of rage. “What the hell did you do to the card?”
She looked up at him and saw a darkness in his eyes that he wasn’t even trying to hide anymore. She realized in that moment that her life was about to change forever.
Maya began to wail from the noise, so Elara picked her up and held her tight. Dante stood inches from her face, his breath hot with anger.
“My mother went to the ATM and it said the card was blocked,” he yelled. “Explain yourself right now!”
Elara felt the fear, but it was overshadowed by a cold, sharp clarity. “I got the promotion, Dante. I’m a Senior Executive now, and I’ve moved my money to a private account.”
Dante blinked, looking momentarily confused. “You got a raise and you didn’t tell your own husband? Where is the new card?”
Elara walked past him to put Maya back in her crib, closing the door softly before turning to face him again. “I have the card, and you are never going to touch it again.”