money.”
“That doesn’t answer why you didn’t tell your husband.”
“No. It explains why I didn’t tell the man I had just met.”
“And after we married?”
I looked at him.
“That’s more complicated.”
His jaw tightened.
“I’m listening.”
So I told him.
Not dramatically.
Not defensively.
Honestly.
My childhood had been comfortable in ways most people could barely imagine. Private schools. Drivers. Houses with rooms nobody used.
But money had complicated nearly every relationship.
At university, two friends suddenly became interested in “business opportunities” after discovering who Dad was.
