My throat tightened. “You… sold me?” I repeated slowly, as if saying it differently would make it less real. “Have you lost your mind?”
He didn’t even look ashamed. Not even a little.
“I needed the money,” he answered flatly. “And I’m your husband. That means I can use whatever I have to. You just messed it up.”
My hands curled into fists under the blanket.
“So instead of asking me,” I shot back, voice rising, “you decided to hand me over like I’m nothing? They hurt me, Matteo. They—”
He cut me off without even blinking.
“I need more than what you’re giving me, Aria. And don’t act innocent. You’ve been hiding things from me. You think I don’t know you’ve been pulling clients away?”
I let out a sharp, humorless laugh.
“I didn’t steal anything from you,” I said firmly. “If they choose to work with me, that’s not my fault. Maybe your company just isn’t good enough.”
His jaw tightened, and then he scoffed.
“Or maybe,” he said slowly, “you’ve been using other methods to get them on your side.”
I stared at him, disgust rising in my chest.
“What did you just say?”