Every single cent of that one hundred and fifty thousand dollars had been paid from my personal account.
Caleb shouted at me from the edge of the dock, his voice echoing across the water.
“Lydia, stop playing with your phone and tell the pilot we are ready to board immediately,” he commanded.
I raised my hand in a mock gesture of obedience while my thumb hovered over the screen.
The option to cancel the entire reservation appeared in bright red letters, and I did not hesitate for even a second.
I thought about every single night he had come home late smelling of expensive perfume while telling me I was being paranoid and crazy.
I remembered Margot laughing at me for earning a man’s salary while claiming I lacked the basic grace of a traditional woman.
I remembered the credit card statements showing Caleb had been buying jewelry and designer bags for a woman whose name was certainly not Lydia.
I pressed the button firmly, watching as the screen flashed with a confirmation that the refund was being processed.
A wave of peace washed over me that was so profound it was almost frightening.
I did not stop there, however, as I immediately opened my banking application to take further action.