“Known what?”
“That she would do this.”
He shook his head.
“You knew it was possible. That’s why you protected our bookings.”
“But I still let myself believe they’d behave.”
He sat beside me.
“That’s not a crime.”
I looked at him.
“No. Apparently the crime is refusing to finance a second honeymoon.”
He smiled faintly.
Then his expression became serious.
“Do you remember what I told you when you discovered the travel charge?”
I nodded.
“You said we should make sure the original trip was safe.”
“And?”
“That I didn’t have to confront them before the wedding.”
He took my hand.
“We made that decision together. We wanted to get married without turning the ceremony into a financial argument.”
I stared at my ring.
“It almost worked.”
He laughed softly.
“Technically, the ceremony did work. We’re married.”
I looked up.
He smiled.
“Very successfully married, actually. I signed everything.”
Despite myself, I laughed.
Then I started crying.
Daniel moved closer.
I pressed my forehead against his shoulder.
“I’ve paid for everything,” I whispered.
