Dinner Discussion
Over dinner, I raised the issue of financial transparency again, refusing to let it slip into silence. “Mark, we need to be honest with each other,” I said evenly, making sure he caught the weight of my words. He froze, fork suspended halfway, and gave a reluctant nod. “I know,” he muttered, irritation flickering across his face. Still, this wasn’t something I could back down from—we had to face it as partners.
Dinner Discussion
Meeting Request
Though clearly annoyed, Mark eventually agreed to meet with his parents again. I pushed for it, reminding him that openness was the only way forward. He sighed, resignation in his voice as he said, “Fine, we’ll talk to them again.” His tone wasn’t convincing, but at least it was a step closer to clarity—something I desperately needed before making any decisions.
Meeting Request
