Because for the first time, the narrative had slipped out of his control.
Inna picked up her glass again, taking a slow sip before continuing.
“For seventeen years,” she said, “I managed our finances. Quietly. Efficiently. While you were busy chasing ‘new emotions,’ I was paying attention to numbers.”
She tapped the documents lightly.
“The car? Still being paid off. The business? Not as successful as you like to present. And those gifts…” she glanced at Natasha briefly, “…they weren’t bought with free money. They were bought with loans. Joint loans.”
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