My husband gave 30w to his first love
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The day I went to the hospital to collect the test results and settle the bill, I discovered that the 300 thousand dollars in my credit card account was gone.
It was money that my husband Nolan Cole and I had spent three years saving for a house.
Panic–stricken, I immediately called Nolan. “Did you use the money in our account?”
After a long hesitation, he finally admitted the truth under my persistent questioning. “Andrea divorced with nothing. She’s struggling to raise her child alone. I just lent her the money for emergencies.”
Andrea Powell was Nolan’s first love, the same woman who had abandoned him at his lowest point to marry a wealthy businessman. Whenever Nolan had mentioned her before,
his voice had been filled with anger and bitterness about her betrayal.
But now that she was divorced, his attitude had completely changed.
I looked down at the test results in my hand and sighed, “Get the money back. We’ll discuss this in detail when I get home tonight.”
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It was dark by the time I arrived home. I found Nolan sitting on the couch smoking, a fresh bruise at the corner of his mouth.
The room reeked of cigarettes. “What happened to your face?” I asked, frowning.
He touched his bruised lip, avoiding my eyes. “I fell.”
I accepted his explanation without pressing further. Watching him light another cigarette, I said gently, “Why are you smoking again? It’s bad for your health. By the way, did you get the money back?”
“Every time I light up, you act like I’m killing you.” Nolan rolled his eyes and sprawled across the couch. “I’m not getting the money back. It’s just 300 thousand dollars. Consider it a good deed.”
“What?” I threw my bag onto a chair, trembling with anger.
“Nolan, get that money back now! We saved it together–half of it is mine. You had no right to give it to her.” I took a breath, trying to stay calm. “I know what you’re thinking. Do you really believe giving her money will make her want you back?”
I tried to soften my approach. “I’m only thinking of what’s best for you. The money is for—”
Before I could finish, Nolan leaped up from the couch, jabbing his finger in my face. His outburst seemed fueled by guilty defensiveness.
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“You used to be so gentle and understanding. When did you become this selfish and petty? Getting worked up over a mere 300 thousand dollars? Andrea has nothing after her divorce and a child to raise. Don’t you have any compassion?”
“Selfish and petty?” I laughed bitterly.
Nolan and I had met through a blind date. Back then, he had nothing–no job, no house, no car–and Andrea had just left him.
I found he was honest and hard–working. With his parents deceased, there would be no complications between his mother and me. Plus, under pressure from my family to marry, I had agreed to marry him.
When Nolan was starting his business, I had supported us on my modest salary. Now he dared call me selfish and petty?
Realizing he’d gone too far, he fell silent, slumping back onto the couch with a cold expression. It was his typical response to arguments–no communication, no acknowledgment of his
mistakes.
I’d had enough of his passive attitude.
“Listen carefully, Nolan,” I said with a sneer. “If you don’t get that money back within three days, I’ll leave you.”
