“Tired of what? The life I gave you?” He laughed, but it wasn’t the kind of laugh that used to make me feel safe. It sounded like a knife between my ribs. “Emily, you don’t even have a job. I’m killing myself working while you—”
“While I what?” I interrupted, my voice barely above a whisper. “While I beg you to talk to me? While I pretend I don’t know about the woman at your office? The one who calls at midnight?”
Ryan froze. His face shifted from confusion to anger, and then, without warning, he snapped.
“You know what? If you’re so unhappy here, leave.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. “What?”
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