Ella

"Here."

I stare at what George is trying to hand me and for a moment I'm not quite sure what I'm looking at until it hits me. It's a credit card. No, a bank card.

"I've loaded it with two million monthly cap. If you need more though, just call Miss Cates and she'll top it off for you." He says it easily, as if this isn't a full-on insult to me.

After three years, he is giving me a bank card. Back when we were married, I didn't even have ...