The aroma of freshly roasted chicken with herbs filled the kitchen, creating an atmosphere of coziness and warmth. Olivia carefully removed the golden-brown bird from the oven, her husband David’s favorite dish, which she had prepared every Friday for the past 18 years of their marriage. The melodic clink of dishes echoed in the kitchen.
Their 17-year-old daughter Emily was setting the table as usual, deftly arranging the utensils. «Dinner’s ready,» announced Olivia, portioning out the hot pieces of chicken onto the plates. David appeared in the doorway with a strange, slightly tense smile on his face.
Olivia noticed it instantly. Years of married life had taught her to read her husband’s emotions. And she recognized that look right away.
He usually looked like that when he was about to share something important, unsure of how it would be received. «It smells delicious,» said David, taking his seat at the table. «By the way, I’ve been thinking…» Olivia froze with the ladle in her hand, watching him closely.
Emily, sitting at the table, pretended to be absorbed in her phone screen, but she was watching the conversation out of the corner of her eye with interest. «Listen, honey…» David carefully cut a piece of the juicy chicken, savoring it in his mouth before continuing. «I’ve been thinking… We need to rethink our family budget a bit.»
Olivia calmly sat down in her chair, though a pang of anxiety stirred in her chest. «Oh, really?» she said, trying to maintain her composure. «Yes…»
He wiped his lips with a napkin, clearly enjoying the moment. «Starting this month, we’ll have separate budgets. I’ve calculated everything carefully and concluded that it’s fairer this way.
Each of us will spend only what we earn ourselves.» He said it as if presenting amazing news that should inspire admiration. Emily looked up from her phone and stared at her father intently.
«You’re not working, right?» «So it makes sense if I just allocate you a fixed amount for household expenses, and I’ll manage my own money,» continued David, ignoring his daughter’s reaction. Olivia calmly cut a small piece of chicken, chewing it thoughtfully. A tense silence hung in the kitchen, broken only by the quiet ticking of the old clock on the wall.
David had long suggested replacing them with something more modern. «Okay,» Olivia said evenly. David nearly choked.
He clearly expected something else—tears, arguments, outrage, maybe even hysterics. But his wife calmly continued eating dinner, as if discussing some news from her book club. «Just okay?» he asked, thrown off balance…
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