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My husband, Santiago, valued money above all else. Six months ago, he hired a private assistant for a generous salary. Her name was Holly. Her title was “Financial Optimization Specialist.” From that day on, every dollar I spent required her approval. A three-hundred-dollar set of Eberjey pajamas was rejected. The reason was simple: *You already have pajamas. This is not a necessary expense.* A hundred-dollar prescription for prenatal vitamins was rejected. Over the phone, Holly said, “Brigid, you can get an over-the-counter brand at CVS for a fraction of that.” “Can’t you try to save Santiago a little money?” Even the seventy-five-dollar fee for an extra ultrasound was denied. She said, “Brigid, honestly, who gets two non-essential ultrasounds in one month?” “Santiago says you can’t use the pregnancy as an excuse for extra expenses.” The clinic receptionist kept pressing me to pay. My credit card was declined. In the end, I had to borrow cash from a stranger in the waiting room just to pay the bill. After I left the clinic, I texted Santiago, asking for twenty dollars so I could take an Uber home. But it was Holly who replied. “Take the subway. If you insist on a cab, the expense will not be reimbursed.” I stared at the message, a wave of exhaustion washing over me. I dialed another number. “You always said you wanted to be my child’s godfather, right?” “Would you be willing to be my child’s stepfather instead?” “Of course I would!” ... He practically shouted it. “Oh my God, Brigid, have you finally come to your senses?” “Are you finally leaving that bastard who values a dollar more than his own wife?” I sighed. “If you’re serious.” “Also, can you Venmo me twenty dollars? I need to call a car.” The line went quiet for a moment. “You don’t even have twenty dollars?” “No.” Humiliation washed over me, and I lowered my head. There was only $5.20 left in my bank account. I couldn’t even afford a sandwich from the corner deli. Before I got married, I made six figures. I could drop several thousand dollars on a Saint Laurent bag without thinking twice. I could drop ten thousand on a Cartier bracelet without blinking. But after I married Santiago Wells, I quit my job to focus on the pregnancy and fell completely under his control. It wasn’t just the company’s money. He put Holly in charge of all household spending, too. From then on, I had to submit a request for every single purchase. A three-hundred-dollar outfit? No. A hundred-dollar prescription? No. Even a seventy-five-dollar copay had to be borrowed from a stranger. And now, I couldn’t even scrape together twenty dollars for an Uber. “He’s a scumbag.” Liam’s voice was tight with anger. “Send me your address. Don’t move. I’m coming to get you.” I texted back, “No need. Just send the money. I’ll get a car myself.” The Venmo notification chimed almost before I’d hit send. Liam had sent me two thousand dollars. The note was a single line: “Spend it however you want. Take care of yourself and the baby.” Tears pricked my eyes. The man I’d been married to for three years cared less about me than a friend I hadn’t spoken to in six months. “Thank you.” I hung up the second the words were out, afraid he’d hear the break in my voice. I stood by the road, ready to call a car. Just then, a black BMW pulled up in front of me. The window rolled down, revealing Santiago’s face. “Brigid, what are you doing just standing here?” I glanced at Holly in the passenger seat. “Waiting for a car,” I said flatly. Holly, touching up her lipstick, frowned at my words. “Brigid, why are you trying to take a cab again?” “I already told you. The subway is what’s in your budget this month.” She looked down at my belly, her tone dripping with condescension, as if she were lecturing a child. “You’re about to be a mother. This kind of financial carelessness isn’t a good example for the baby.” My fingers curled into fists. “Holly, I’m pregnant.”I had already tried to hail an Uber three times. Every driver canceled the moment they saw my pickup location and destination. One of them even messaged me directly: *Sorry, not taking a medical-risk pickup.* But when Santiago heard my reason, he just shrugged. “So what if you’re pregnant?” “There are pregnant women everywhere. Other women handle it just fine.” “Why do you always need to be an exception?” I stared at him, my blood running cold. “Other women have husbands who pick them up.” “And what is my husband doing?” My husband was busy having lunch with his assistant, shopping with his assistant, driving around with his assistant—and calling it all “work.” Holly immediately chimed in. “Brigid, I’m not trying to be difficult.” “From a health perspective, a little walking is good for pregnant women.” “And the New York subway isn’t as dangerous as you think.” In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to throw a cup of iced coffee in her perfectly made-up face. If I’d had a baseball bat, I would have smashed it right over her head. But I had nothing. All I had was a six-month pregnant belly, slow movements, and a back that ached if I stood for too long. All I could do was clench my hands until my nails dug into my palms. It was only twenty dollars. There was a time I wouldn’t have bothered to bend down and pick that kind of money up off the street. Now I had to swallow my pride and borrow it from someone else. Santiago was already starting to look impatient. “Brigid, stop standing there. The subway station is just at the next intersection.” “If you keep dragging your feet, you’ll miss the next train.” Holly added with a smug smile, “If your MetroCard is empty, I can approve a five-dollar top-up for you.” Five dollars. She said it like she was granting me the world. “No need.” I stepped back, flagging down a yellow cab that was pulling up to the curb. Behind me, I heard Santiago and Holly laughing together. “Holly, that high salary I pay you is worth every penny.” “What are you in the mood for tonight? My treat.” Holly’s voice turned soft and intimate. “I’m in the mood for French.” Santiago didn’t hesitate. “Done. Book us a table at that three-star Michelin place we went to last time.” Holly shot a deliberate glance in my direction. “Isn’t that a little extravagant? It’s over four hundred a person.” Santiago just smiled as he rolled up the window. “You’re worth it.” The car sped off, its exhaust washing over me. I stood frozen on the sidewalk, that one sentence echoing in my mind. *You’re worth it.* A chill went through me that had nothing to do with the air. The last time Santiago and I had gone to a French restaurant was over a year ago. Three months ago, when my morning sickness kicked in, I became a picky eater. I told him I wanted to go out for a nice dinner, but Santiago just said, “That’s a household expense. Submit a request to Holly.” “If she approves it, I’ll go with you.” Even then, I knew how it would end. Sure enough, Holly feigned shock when I asked. “Brigid, do you have any idea how much pressure the company is under right now?” “Santiago is already pinching every penny.” “You’re the only one in this family who keeps trying to spend money.” “A French dinner would cost almost a thousand dollars. That’s our grocery budget for two weeks.” “Are you really going to blow through two weeks of our grocery budget on one dinner?” I just wanted one nice meal, and I got a lecture from his assistant.In the end, I gave in. From then on, Holly tightened her grip on my spending even more. She wouldn’t even approve a twenty-dollar Uber ride. But now, I didn’t need her approval anymore. After the fifth cab ignored me, a black Porsche Taycan pulled up silently to the curb. The door opened, and Liam climbed out of the driver’s seat. “You actually came.” His expression was thunderous. After I got in, he leaned over and fastened my seat belt for me. Then he just sat there, gripping the steering wheel. The car didn’t move. He didn’t speak. I had to be the one to break the silence. “I thought you had an important meeting today you couldn’t get out of.” He ignored me. I tried again. “We haven’t spoken in six months, and the first thing I do is ask you for money. I know it’s awkward.” Still nothing. I stared out the window. “Nice weather. Look, there’s a squirrel.” No response. I reached for the seat belt buckle. “If you don’t say something, I’m getting out of the car.” This time, he finally spoke, his voice strained. “Brigid, look at what your life has become.” “I told you not to marry that bastard.” “But you wouldn’t listen. You thought I was just jealous.” His words grew more urgent with every breath. “What has marrying him gotten you?” I froze. Only then did I see the redness rimming his eyes. “You used to buy new clothes every month, posting pictures on Instagram. You were practically glowing.” “Now look at you. The coat you’re wearing is pilling.” “And your phone screen… it’s completely shattered. Why haven’t you replaced it?” “I thought if you chose him, he would give you the life you wanted.” “But now you can’t even afford a twenty-dollar ride.” I let him speak. Liam and I used to be best friends. When I told him I was marrying Santiago, he was so angry he didn’t speak to me for days. At the time, I thought he just couldn’t let go of his feelings for me. I’d even said cruel things to him. “What, should I have married you instead?” “I know you have feelings for me.” “But you’re not mature enough. You’re not the kind of partner I want.” “Santiago might be frugal, but he’s planning for our future.” “I know I’m making the right choice.” Only later did I realize I was the one who was wrong. After the wedding, Santiago’s frugality became plain stinginess. No more fresh-squeezed juice on a whim, no more upgrading my phone every year. Even when I spent my own money on clothes, I had to think twice. Because every time a package arrived, Santiago would frown. “Sweetheart, you only have one body. You can’t wear that many clothes.” “Buy less.” “We need to be saving for the future.” Back then, I still had my own income, so I didn’t recognize the warning signs. But after Holly arrived, everything changed. I lived under constant financial scrutiny. Now, I was done with Santiago. I would leave with nothing. I just wanted out. “Don’t be upset. I’ve changed my mind now, haven’t I?” I patted Liam’s shoulder. “Give me three days. Once I’ve handled things on my end, I’ll go with you to get a marriage license.” “Okay?” Liam looked at me, a slow smile spreading across his face. “My only problem is that three days is too long.” On the way, I mentioned terminating the pregnancy. But Liam said, “I’ve heard how hard that is on your body. Don’t put yourself through that because of him.” He glanced at my belly. “Besides, I like kids.”

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