You Can Keep Your Brought—I’ll Take My Life Back

What I didn't expect was Vernon's sheer shamelessness.

"Money?" I looked at him. "You've always had control of your salary, and now you’re asking me for money? What are you planning to spend it on?"

We each had our own jobs. Mine was more demanding, with a higher salary. I paid most of the down payment and mortgage for our house. Correspondingly, Vernon was responsible for buying various daily necessities. Out of mutual respect, we never handed over our salaries, and I never restricted his spending on leisure activities.

But our incomes weren't low, and he should have plenty of savings.

"Have you run out of savings? You haven't been scammed, have you?"

"Absolutely not! I went to college too, there's no way I'd be tricked!"

"Then what do you need the money for?"

"..." Vernon was silent, and I noticed the evasiveness in his eyes. Without another word, I grabbed his phone from the table and opened the app to check the transaction history.

Vernon was shocked. "ZoePruitt!"

He snatched the phone back, but it was too late. I had already seen where the money was going.

Someone marked as "Flo."

"This is my privacy! How can you just snatch my phone like that!" Vernon put the phone back in his pocket. "Zoe, didn't we agree to respect each other's privacy? You can't invade my phone without permission!"

"Respect privacy? When have you ever respected me as your wife?" I stared coldly into his eyes.

"Who is Flo? That name, it's short for Flora, isn't it? You call a 'normal' female friend so intimately and send her money?"

I emphasized the words "normal" and "friend," my voice growing louder with each word.

Vernon's face turned pale. "Zoe, can't you use your brain and have some compassion? Flora just came back from abroad, she lost her husband and has a child to care for. What's wrong with me, as a friend, supporting her? I'm not cheating!"

"Of course, you wouldn't dare cheat, because if you did, with all this money and interactions, I could sue you for solicitation!"

I didn't want to tear into him, but the anger was beyond my control.

"Vernon, you're really quite the friend, aren’t you? Always there to pick her up, handing over money so eagerly. What, does Flora not have parents, relatives, or other friends? And as for support, she's a grown woman, isn't she? Can't even take care of herself and has the nerve to take money from a married man? You two are both shameless!"

"Smack!"

A resounding slap across my face turned my head to the side, stinging unbearably.

The physical pain was nothing compared to the hurt in my heart.

I slowly turned back, staring at Vernon blankly. He seemed just as stunned, unable to believe he had struck me.

"...I... Zoe, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry, Zoe... Zoe!"

I didn't accept his apology. With all my strength, I slapped him back. Vernon fell to the floor, my palm red and trembling from the blow.

"Vernon," I said, my breath unsteady, "How dare you... you... Listen to me carefully. No matter what you want to do, don't expect to get a single penny from me!"

Without packing any clothes, I grabbed my phone and wallet and stormed out.