Did he even remember the time he refused to buy me the gold bracelet I had wanted when we got married?
That bracelet, even after a discount, had only cost 9,000 dollars. He had dragged me out of the store, grumbling, “Let’s not waste money. Wait until the gold prices drop!”
Anger burned through me like a wildfire.
I clenched my teeth, forcing myself to stay calm. “Ian, what have you ever bought for our child?”
He seemed taken aback, his face clouding with irritation. “Paula and I have been friends since school! Giving a pair of bracelets to her kid is nothing. Stop making a fuss over this!”
I laughed bitterly, the sound sharp and hollow.
All for Paula. For his precious first love.
There was nothing he wouldn’t do.
“It’s settled,” he declared, brushing off my reaction. “I have errands tomorrow, so you can take a bus to the city to buy it. I’ll send you the style and the shop’s address on Instagram.”
I was silent for a long moment. Then, with ice in my voice, I replied, “Fine.”
His face lit up with joy, and he leaned in to kiss me.
I turned away sharply. “Sleep in the outer room for now. Your snoring keeps me up at night.”