My Husband Threw $20 at Me Outside the Hospital—Two Hours Later, He Was Screaming in Soho

slid the card in. I held my breath and counted down.

Three. Two. One.

The waiter’s expression changed. He tried again. Then again.

Ethan’s grin faltered. “What’s the problem? Is your machine broken?”

“I’m sorry, sir. The card was declined.”

Ethan blinked. “That’s impossible. Try again.”

Declined.

He yanked out another card. Declined. A third. Declined.

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