« Of course, she does. »
My fingers tightened around the plates.
My husband laughed again.
« As long as she thinks we’re broke, she won’t ask where the money is really going. »
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
I wanted to open the garage door and demand answers.
Instead, I quietly returned to the kitchen.
Because I needed to understand why my husband was keeping secrets.
And why he thought I’d eventually forgive him.
I forgot how to breathe.
***
I’m Sarah, 39, and Jacob and I have been married for 12 years.
We have three children: Noah, 10, Emma, eight, and Oliver, three months old.
My husband owns a construction business.
For years, he’d made good money. We weren’t wealthy, but we could afford occasional vacations, and our bills were paid.
We have three children.
When Oliver was born, Jacob and I agreed that I’d leave my office job to stay home with the children while he focused on his business.