When Amy’s health insurance bounces, she discovers their joint account is empty and her husband blames her yarn obsession. But the real culprit? A wedding. A sister. And a betrayal she never saw coming. With receipts in hand and a bridal shower mic drop brewing, Amy’s about to remind everyone: trust isn’t free.
Not a credit card decline at checkout. Not a failed dinner tab. But a call from the provider.
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My stomach twisted. That payment always came out of our joint account. It always had.
I’d transferred my half of the bills three days earlier, just like I always did. Jake handles everything from there. That was our system. Two years of seamless rhythm.
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Until now.
I pulled out my phone and opened the banking app. I was still locked out.
Jake had promised to add me when we first set up the account.
“Just a formality, Ames,” he’d said. “You don’t need to worry about the details.”
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