"Just some supplements for Thaddeus." I lowered my gaze, let my voice go quiet. "The doctor said... there isn't much time left. I wanted him to eat well."
The words isn't much time left landed, and a flicker of delight crossed her face before she could smother it. She spat on the floor for show. "Bad luck! If you're going to die, hurry up and do it. Don't drag this family's fortune down with you."
She dropped back onto the sofa and crossed her legs. "Since you're on your way out, you should cough up that fifty thousand dollar dowry. I said from the start you weren't worth that price. Now we're losing the money and the wife."
A bitter taste rose in my throat.
Thaddeus had taken that fifty thousand the day after our wedding. Part of it went into his investment account. The rest had been transformed, almost overnight, into the rosewood furniture she was sitting on and the gold bangle glinting on her wrist.
And what had I gotten?
"The money's with Thaddeus," I said, setting my bag down by the shoe rack.