"This is all your fault!"
"What?" Jenna Irving froze, her eyes wide.
Eric Kensington took two steps closer, leaning in and gripping her shoulders. "It's because of you! I felt like I wasn't good enough for you, so I threw myself into starting my own business. If I'd just been a regular office worker somewhere, I could have supported a normal family. But not with you. You're a pampered little miss who's never had to lift a finger. You don't know how to do anything! Before you got a job, you just lived off me day after day. Even though you weren't a big spender, do you have any idea how exhausting it was to support you?"
He gasped for breath, then suddenly grabbed her by the collar. "A single dress costs four or five thousand! That's a month's salary for me! And that face of yours—a single set of skincare products is over a thousand! If I were just an ordinary office worker, could I afford to keep you? Huh?"
His bellow startled Jenna Irving.
