“I don’t earn money so your mother can blow it on her whims,” I told my husband—and I removed my card from his phone
“Dema, did you use my card?” Lida was studying her bank statement with a tight, focused expression. “There’s a four-thousand charge from some cosmetics store.” “No, of course not,” her husband replied. “And here’s another three thousand at ‘Golden Thread,’” Lida went on. “All these purchases were made during the day—while we were at work. … Read more