Chapter 5

"I did," I said, folding that lightweight A4 paper and slipping it back into the magazine.

"I gave her five years of my life.

"Five years, over three million dollars.

"Francis, I'm your wife, not your mom's ATM, and definitely not Karen's personal piggy bank."

Just then, a shrill ringtone shattered the tense silence.

It was Francis's phone, buzzing on the dining table, the screen lighting up.

He lunged for it like it was his lifeline, snatching it up.

But when he saw the name flashing on the screen, his face fell.

It was Karen.

He shot me a quick…