"Ethan, I have to hand it to you. You've always had nerve. Marrying me against everyone's wishes took nerve. Framing me now—hurting yourself to sell the story—that takes even more."
Ethan blinked, then let his hands fall with a sigh.
"Harper, are you ever going to stop humiliating me? Are you going to stand there and pretend that without me giving up my fellowship and handing over my savings, you'd be where you are today?"
The more he talked, the more righteous he sounded.
"Back then you were just a fresh graduate, living in a basement apartment, too broke to afford instant noodles. When the company was on its last legs—banks wouldn't lend, suppliers were banging on the door for payment—I emptied my family's savings. Eight hundred thousand dollars. Every last cent went to you. And afte
