I Paid for Our Home, But He Made Me Sleep on the Couch

When I listed the riverside marriage home—the one I'd put a $400K down payment on—on a resale site, the agent asked how I could bear to slash the price and take such a loss in such a hurry.

I pulled at the corner of my mouth.

"Because of a cashmere blanket."

Last night I worked overtime until the small hours, my stomach flared up, and I broke into a cold sweat from the pain in the living room. I wanted to push open the master bedroom door and lie down on the bed for a while.

But Craig Gilbert clamped a hand on the door handle, frowning.