The Three Hundred Dollar Wife
Language: en
"Make it last." Looking at the three hundred dollars my husband, Carter, had tossed onto the coffee table, I actually laughed. We’d been married for a year. He pulled in ten thousand a month, easy. Yet, every month, like clockwork, I got three hundred. The rest? Wired directly to his mother. But today, something inside me snapped. I was done being the silent, suffering saint. "Sure thing," I said. I picked up the cash, and right in front of his face, I stuffed it into my purse. Then, I pulled out my own debit card and slapped it down in front of him. "Carter, this is my card. The PIN is…