"Hilda, are you seriously still on this? It was condoms. I forgot to split the cost with you. Is that really worth giving me attitude?"
I said nothing. My fingers kept moving across the screen.
"Are you mute?" He hurled his briefcase onto the couch and stalked into the bathroom.
Through the door, I caught fragments of his phone call.
"Ellie, the company just landed a few major clients. If I start a fight with her right now, it'll leave a bad impression."
"Don't be upset. You're the most important person in my life. Tomorrow I'll get you that promotion and a raise. And I've already got your birthday present ready."
Minutes later, he emerged in a loose bathrobe. A lipstick-red mark bloomed on the side of his neck, unmistakable against his skin.
He caught me looking and yanked the collar higher. Irritation replaced the brief flash of guilt.
"Hilda, enough already!"
"I work myself to the bone every single day, and all you do is pick fights and accuse me of cheating!"
"Instead of going out and finding clients of your own, you sit here nitpicking over nothing. Why are you so much more trouble than every other woman?"