She Died in Your Equation
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Summary
My husband is a world-class actuary. His time is valued at five thousand dollars an hour.
Every single thing I ever asked of him had to be paid for in "equal labor exchange." Even when we were intimate, the second the timer went off, he would pull away without a shred of hesitation.
Our social circle used to joke about it. They said a million dollars couldn’t buy you time, but it could buy my marriage to Declan.
Until this morning. I was trapped in another state by a sudden, violent storm.
