Ten Years of Split-Bill Marriage, Then I Walked Away

In the tenth year of my split-bill marriage into the Sanchez fortune, I still hadn't sobered up from love—but William Sanchez's payment QR code was already shoved in my face.

"Tonight's condom. Venmo me your half."

I hadn't even had time to get dressed before I opened my phone. My balance: thirty dollars.

"I don't get paid until tomorrow," I said, voice small. "Can I send it then?"

William just looked at me with that smile of his. "That million you took when you betrayed me ten years ago—spent it all already?" He tilted his head. "You don't have to pay, of course.