I flinched. Not because I hadn’t heard it before, but because he said it in front of everyone. My husband stripped me of my dignity like it was nothing.
“Then pay her for it,” my mother snapped. “If it’s a job, she should be earning a wage.”
“She’s my wife,” Aidan shifted in his seat.
“That’s right, Aidan. But not in the way you think,” my mother continue reading …
