Oliver buried his hands in his hair. “Oh God… I’ll never get it back. If she finds out this was a mistake, she’ll destroy me!”
“Then don’t make it a mistake. Do the paperwork. Make it official. Isn’t that what you taught me? Family shares.”
Oliver looked at me with wide, horrified eyes. Meanwhile, I picked up my purse, stood, and slung it over my shoulder.
“Now it’s your turn to pay the bills, Oliver. Every last one of them. I’m done.”
“And what will YOU do?”
“I’ll be saving for MY car. Maybe one day I’ll let you ride in it… If you behave. This time, I shared exactly the way you taught me.”
And I left my husband standing there, torn between his pride and his mother, knowing either way, he had already lost.
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