I was so pissed I actually laughed.
His salary was supposed to be our shared income.
So basically, he was saying I should use my money to compensate myself, all while playing caretaker to someone else’s postpartum recovery?
What kind of twisted logic was that?
I opened my mouth, ready to fire back, but just then, his phone rang.
Tyler pressed it to his ear, murmured a few quick “okays”, then hung up and immediately shoved me into the car.
“That’s settled. We’re picking up Gina now. You can send in your resignation later.”
His overbearing attitude drained whatever urge I had to keep arguing.
Honestly, I’d already written my resignation letter. But not to take care of Regina.
I was leaving him.
The car rolled to a smooth stop in front of the hospital. A woman stood at the entrance. She was cradling a newborn in her arms.
Tyler rushed over and took the baby from her. “Didn’t I tell you not to come outside? You’re still recovering. Being out in the cold air isn’t good. Why don’t you ever listen?”
Dressed in postpartum clothes and a maternity cap, Regina beamed up at him. Her face was glowing with happiness.
Anyone who didn’t know better would think they were a perfect little family.
