His voice rose. “Why the hell would you do that? You know I need that money for work!”
I crossed my arms, calm but icy. “Work? Is that what you call buying necklaces, handbags, and clothes worth hundreds of thousands?”
He blinked, caught off guard.
I threw the printed statements at him. Papers scattered across the floor. “Look at this, Sebastian! Do you even remember what honesty is?”
His face paled. “Veronica… I can explain.”
“Then explain,” I said sharply. “Are these for your mistress?”
He clenched his jaw. “Of course not! Why would I—”
“Don’t lie!” I snapped. “Why even buy these things?”
For a heartbeat, guilt flickered in his eyes before he masked it. “I… I bought them for you. They were gifts.”
I laughed bitterly. “Gifts? Using my own money? Are you insane?”
He clenched his fists. “I was going to pay you back! Once the investors closed the deal—”
“Enough,” I interrupted, my voice shaking—not from fear, but exhaustion. “I’m done, Sebastian. I’ve had enough lies, enough humiliation. I don’t want this marriage. We should separate.”
Disbelief replaced his anger. “What? No—you can’t mean that. Veronica, think about what you’re saying!”