The Unseen Husband
"She let our son nearly die while reporting that she'd spent money on medical care—for you. She used his illness to justify taking a hundred marks, spent nothing, and let him suffer."
"Yes."
"And this is just one instance. Five years of this. Five years of lies and theft and cruelty."
"Yes."
Sebastian looked at his wife—at the evidence of suffering in her thin frame, her careworn face, her hands rough from labor. "How did you survive it?"
"I had to. For them. The children needed me. If I'd given up, they would have died."
"You shouldn't have had to survive it. You're my wife. You should have been cared for, protected, honored."