From the very beginning of our marriage, he'd insisted on a 50/50 split for everything. Appliances, groceries, down to a plastic bag. He loved telling people that his wife wasn't some decorative housewife who couldn't pull her own weight.
And yet for something as loaded as condoms, he hadn't asked me to split the cost.
That told me everything I needed to know.
Besides, ever since Damian came back from that trip, we hadn't been intimate. Not once.
He'd had his fun with someone else, and now he had the nerve to come to me for reimbursement.
What a joke.
"Whoever you used them with," I said coolly, "take it up with her."
I didn't wait for a response. My thumb was already on the button.
But just before the call cut out, I heard Eleanor's voice in the background.
"Babe, what's his problem? She depends on you for everything. Without you, she's nothing."
A cold laugh curled inside my chest.
Neither of them had any idea. The company was nothing more than a subsidiary under my group.
So who, exactly, was depending on whom?