"How did he find out?"
Jasmine stared at Lawrence, who was sleeping soundly on their bed. He had come home drunk, yet still managed to chug more alcohol from the bar before collapsing. When Jasmine nodded along to his earlier drunken rambling, he finally passed out and fell asleep like a child.
Standing beside the bed, bitterness flickered in her eyes.
"Is that what he's been doing instead of fixing the problem?"
Her hands clenched into fists, jaw tight, eyes burning red with anger and frustration.
She hadn't kept that money for him or for anyone else. She'd saved it for emergencies. It wasn't as if Jasmine had ever planned to leave Lawrence, but since she'd started from the bottom, she'd learned the value of a safety net. That was how she'd survived.
Who would have thought that very money would end up being used for the purpose it was created for?
