Daniel offered no apology.
He did not even appear shocked by what he had done.
He only said, “You either obey or you leave.”
My hands trembled so violently that I knocked over my water glass while trying to cool my skin. The pain quickly became unbearable, spreading from my cheek toward my collarbone. Daniel remained there in his navy work shirt, jaw clenched, acting as though my reaction was the real embarrassment.
“I’m not giving Megan access to my account,” I said, forcing my voice to remain steady.
Megan dropped her toast onto the plate.
“It’s not access. It’s one card. For emergencies.”
“You spent eight thousand dollars on Daniel’s credit line last year.”
Her face flushed.
Daniel moved closer.
I grabbed my purse before he could reach the hallway. He followed me toward the front door and lowered his voice so Megan would not hear.
