I argued with my MIL—my husband slapped me and threw me out, not knowing the $10,000 allowance and everything they owned was secretly mine

us?” Daniel whispered.

“You performed beautifully,” I said.

His anger flared. “You ruined me.”

“No. I financed you. Protected you. Covered your debts. Paid your mother’s allowance. Saved your company twice.” I stepped closer and dropped my voice. “You ruined yourself the moment you mistook kindness for permission.”

Marissa opened another file.

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