CHAPTER 93

She stayed silent, hoping to avoid another argument, but as he fumbled for her purse, a bit of rage built up in her heart.

He had muttered something about needing cash for “just one more game,” his voice gentle, but Bethany could barely stand to look at him.

It wasn’t even just about the money anymore. It was the uncompassionate look in his eyes, the recklessness that seemed to consume him more and more each day.

To crown it up, her own exhaustion, working double shifts at the restaurant, stretching every dollar clawed at her.

Last night, she’d finally snapped, she couldn't keep in in place anymore.

But now seeing that he was about to go at it again wasn't helpful;

“Don’t you dare take my money again, Troy. Do you think this is just a game to me? I’m the one holding everything together while you…”

He’d interrupted, his words filled with a bitterness that stung as much as his betrayal.

“I didn’t ask for you to play savior. I didn’t need anyone telling me what to do, and lo
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