“What was it for?”
Finally he looked at me.
“That was where I moved the money before I spent it.”
I froze.
“So you had a separate account just to hide money from me.”
“Yes.”
“How much went through it?”
He closed his eyes.
“I don’t know.”
“Guess.”
“Maybe forty thousand.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed.
For a few seconds, I couldn’t speak.
Then I remembered something.
The promotion.
The new salary.
The raise I had just received.
Nathan had been desperate for me to quit at exactly the moment my income was about to increase.
I looked at him.
“You didn’t want me to quit because you wanted me to be a better wife.”
He stared at me.
“You wanted me to keep earning.”
He said nothing.
“You needed my paycheck.”
His silence was the answer.
I stood.
“Then here’s the part you didn’t understand.”
