“You don’t have to do this like this,” she said one night, standing in the doorway of his office. “We built this together. You know that. I was there for everything.” Vincent didn’t look up from his laptop. “You think I couldn’t have done this without you?” he asked.
The question landed hard. “That’s not what I meant,” Alexis said quickly. “I just—please. Think about this. About us. About what you’re throwing away.” He finally looked at her then. His expression was sharp, offended. His ego bristled. “This isn’t about money, Alexis,” he said. “It’s about happiness.”