He flinched.
“You said my career was destroying our marriage while secretly relying on the money from that career to support another household.”
“I know how it looks.”
“How it looks?”
My voice rose for the first time.
“No. How it is.”
He stood.
“I didn’t know what else to do.”
“You could have told me.”
“You were always working.”
“That is not an answer.”
“You were always succeeding.”
I stared at him.
There it was.
Not the whole truth.
But a piece of it.
He looked ashamed as soon as he said it.
“I don’t know when I started resenting you,” he whispered.
Eleanor turned away.
Daniel rubbed the back of his neck.
“At first I was proud. Then every promotion made me feel like I was falling further behind.”
I said nothing.
He continued.
“And then Thomas died. Melissa couldn’t afford the house. Noah needed help. Mom didn’t want people knowing about the family history. I thought I could fix everything.”
