He finally looked at me, his gaze cold, as if I wasn’t his wife but an irritating distraction. “I’m not asking where we’re going to get it. I’m telling you, I’ve already finalized the details with the contractors. I need the money by the end of the day.”

“Finalized?” The word rang metallic in my voice. “You finalized this without consulting me again? Marcus, this house is going to ruin us. It’s a bottomless pit.”

“This house is our future!” he slammed his hand on the table, making the silverware rattle. “You don’t understand that because your mind works like a payroll clerk at the plant.