Yeah, Totally About the Reward Card
The night I got back from my work trip, the drugstore called—said my rewards card got declined that afternoon. I needed to reload it.
Adrian was in the kitchen, laser-focused on dinner. I asked what he'd bought.
He grinned, pulled out a box of supplements. "Been working late. Heart's been acting up, so I grabbed some support vitamins."
I didn't say anything.
He sighed, dug out a bank card. "I know you're all about money. Used your rewards card by accident. I'll pay you back ten times. Deal?"
Normally, I'd take it. This time, I didn't.
I just looked at him.
"Let's get a divorce."