My Decision
I couldn’t let emotions dictate this. “I need to see the actual numbers before anything happens,” I told him firmly. He nodded, though frustration flashed in his eyes at my lack of blind trust. But how could I ignore the gnawing in my gut? Too much was at stake to move forward without facts. If I was going to protect my future, caution had to come first.
My Decision
Stressed Atmosphere
From then on, the tension between us grew heavier by the day. Every mention of money soured the air. “We need to sort this,” Mark urged, his persistence bordering on desperation. I agreed, but the gap between us widened. Conversations turned sharp, laughter faded, and silences stretched longer. The stress became a constant companion in our home, reminding us of the unresolved truths still waiting to be faced.
Stressed Atmosphere
