I did not have dinner that night.

He came over to lecture me again.

He let on the same drivel about saving money while young. He said I should spend within our means at the supermarket and not splurge.

I got tired of listening to him. I closed my eyes, covered my ears, and ran into the bathroom.

My salary arrived at that moment.

This time, I did not hand it over to him. Instead, I stared at the numbers.

This money was enough for nice clothes, a nice purse, or even good-quality makeup.

I gave him everything every month. I wore old clothes from my school days. Even my bag was an old, tattered tote bag that had cost me $10.

I used the cheapest lotion for my skin.

I felt lost. What was the point of working so hard to earn money year after year?

Trevor suddenly pushed the bathroom door open. He leaned against the doorway and asked, “You always get paid around this time every month. Why haven’t you transferred the money to me today?”

“What if I don’t give it to you? What are you going to do about it?”

When I met his calculating gaze, I felt physically nauseous.

“What am I going to do? When you transfer the money to me, I budget it all out. It’s not like I’m spending it on myself. Why won’t you give it to me?”

This was what happened when someone got comfortable receiving from someone else all the time. It was taken for granted.

“New Year’s coming. I need to buy myself new clothes.”

“Do the clothes you buy cost over $10,000? Do you even deserve clothes that expensive? Transfer the money first. When you actually need to buy the clothes, I’ll transfer the money to you.”

I walked out of the bathroom. He followed behind me and nagged nonstop.

It was as if he was trying to annoy me to death until I gave him the money.

I stopped in my tracks and said firmly, “I want to keep my salary to myself.”

Trevor became anxious.

He stepped in front of me and said, “You’re too careless with money. You can’t save anything! It’s better with me keeping it under control. If I leave you in control of finances, we’ll end up broke.”

I laughed in exasperation.

“I get $150 a month, and yet you call me careless with money.”

Perhaps because of guilt, Trevor froze for a moment.

An urgent phone call broke the tense atmosphere.

It was Trevor’s younger brother, Bryan Guthrie. He needed $100,000 for a down payment on a house.

It sounded urgent.

The money had to be transferred immediately.

I watched Trevor take out his phone. The moment his finger touched the screen, I raised my hand and knocked his phone to the floor.

“Have I said okay to lending him the money?”

Trevor sneered and said, “That’s the money I saved for myself. I’m not touching your money! Besides, I already lent your share to Bella.”

That was ridiculous!

He was ready to transfer the money immediately, without consulting me, when it came to Bryan.

But when Bella needed to borrow money, she had to beg Trevor for it. Why was that?

“Tell Bryan to call me if he wants to borrow money. You can only lend it to him if I say yes.”

Trevor was visibly angry. “What’s your problem? Is this really necessary? Don’t push your luck!”

With that, he leaned down to pick up the phone from the floor.

I ran into the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife, and rushed in front of him. I yelled, “I told you that you can only lend him the money if I agree to it!”

Trevor slapped me and snatched the knife from my hand.

He said viciously, “I’m giving Bryan the money! You don’t have the right to stop me!”

I numbly touched my cheek. At that moment, I felt the urge to run away.

I grabbed my phone and rushed out the front door.

Behind me, Trevor shouted, “I’ll give you one minute to transfer your paycheck to me!”

I glanced at Trevor, who was looking down at his phone to make a transfer.

Rage washed over me.

He would never take another cent of my money again!

Less than five minutes after I left, Trevor’s relentless phone calls came in.

I rejected his calls, but he kept calling repeatedly.

Seeing that my phone had only 5% battery left, I reluctantly answered.

“Where are you?” he asked angrily.

Just as I was about to speak, Trevor added, “I told you to transfer your salary to me within one minute. Why didn’t you?”

It was late at night. As my husband, should he not be worried instead about where I was first?

He only cared about my money.

I never realized how much he loved money.

I did not waste my breath. I simply hung up.

I found a chain hotel and checked in.

As soon as I lay down, Trevor called again.

I simply tossed my phone aside until the battery ran out.

I reminisced about all the things he had said to me.

He had said that he would take me on a trip around the country.

Yet, he never planned even a single trip.

He had said that he would buy me a big villa.

Yet, he did not even want to put my name on the deed of the house we lived in.

I did not sleep well the entire night.

When I went home with dark circles under my eyes, Trevor was waiting at the door.

He raised his arm to block my way.

“Why didn’t you transfer your salary to me? You didn’t even come home last night!”

I pushed him aside and sat down on the couch weakly.

“Let’s talk.”

I saw the wedding photo in front of me. Everything felt absurd.

Other people bought wedding packages to celebrate their special day. We went to a random photo studio and took just two pictures.

Even the wedding dress was from Trevor’s sister.

Back then, I thought his family had no money. So, I saved up wherever I could.

He walked over and sat next to me. With a gloomy face, he asked, “Do you really think leaving you $150 for pocket money is too little?”

It was not just “little.” It felt destitute.

“My parents live in the countryside and don’t even spend $50 a month. $150 is three times that! What do you have to complain about?

“Besides, I’m not saving it for myself. It’s for us!

“Was it worth staying out all night just to be spiteful?”

I sneered. “I make over $10,000 a month, yet my lifestyle is worse than when I was in college. Why am I even with you?

“What makes you think I have to pinch pennies and tighten my belt right along with you?”

Trevor looked at me in confusion. His face turned grim.

“You started making more money, and now, your head’s in the clouds.”

“Get lost! Starting today, I won’t give you my salary anymore.”

Trevor shot up from his seat and kicked a small stool beside him.

He began complaining about the sacrifices he had made for us.

After starting his job, he wore pants until they faded, but he still would not buy new ones. He only wanted to save more money.

But what did any of that have to do with me?

I was not the one who told him not to buy new clothes.

We were at a standoff for a long time. Trevor paced back and forth in the living room.

“Fine. From now on, I’ll leave you an extra $300. I’ll save the rest for you.”

“I told you I’m not giving you my salary. Do you really not understand?”

Trevor stared at me for a long time. Finally, he blurted out, “Then, you can pay me rent because I bought this house.”

After that, he turned around and left for work.

He left me alone in the living room. I was completely stunned.

He had left abruptly and had forgotten his phone at home.

A glaring text on the screen knocked the wind out of me.

[XX Bank salary deposit: $20,000.]

So, he had been making this much money all along!