“Cash flow.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“I don’t need to explain every business decision.”
“That account isn’t only business money.”
He looked up.
“It came from my income.”
“Our income.”
He smiled.
That smile changed the temperature in the room.
“Claire.”
“What?”
“You haven’t earned a paycheck in six years.”
I stared at him.
We had made that decision together after Noah was born.
I had been a junior architect.
My salary was respectable but childcare for two small children would have eaten most of it.
Adrian’s consulting business was growing.
He wanted flexibility.
He traveled.
I stayed home.
I handled everything else.
For years he called that teamwork.
Then success changed the vocabulary.
Our money became his income.
Our home became the house he paid for.
