Split the Bill, Split the Marriage
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By the time my prenatal appointment is over, my legs are barely holding me up.
I drag myself out of the hospital and text my husband, Ethan Mercer. "I've been at the hospital all day. I'm exhausted."
It takes him half an hour to reply.
"What's that supposed to mean? You want me to reimburse you for the appointment?"
I stare at the message, unable to process it.
Ethan's first love, Chloe Hart, walked out on him when he had nothing. She took every cent he'd saved and married a wealthy man instead.
Ever since then, Ethan has despised women who care about money.
So, for six years, I've gone out of my way to prove I'm nothing like her.
We split everything equally.
Dinner. Rent. The