Chapter 10 - Invisible Equity
“You’re telling me your business depends on me not having a career.”
“That isn’t what I said.”
Marcus stood opposite Nia at the kitchen island.
It was becoming their courtroom.
“What did you say?”
“I said our schedule works because you have flexibility.”
Nia nodded.
“My flexibility.”
“Yes.”
“Which means my career.”
“Nia, somebody has to pick up the kids.”
“Correct.”
“I work evenings.”
“You chose a business that operates evenings.”
“Because clients work during the day.”
“And I chose marketing.”
Marcus sighed.
“So what? We suddenly hire a nanny?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s expensive.”
“So was your second gym.”
His jaw tightened.
“There you go again.”
“With facts?”
“With turning everything into a transaction.”
Nia laughed softly.
“The man with a thirty-one-page prenup is accusing me of making life transactional.”
Marcus looked away.
Nia did not enjoy hurting him.
That was one of the strangest parts.
Every sharp truth cut her too.
She opened a notebook.
“I did the numbers.”
Marcus glanced down.
“Of course you did.”
“Last year I earned twenty-eight thousand freelancing.”
“Yes.”
“I also handled almost every weekday drop-off and pickup.”
“You wanted to.”
“No.”
He blinked.
“I agreed to.”
“That’s the same thing.”
“No, it isn’t.”
She slid the notebook forward.
“A full-time nanny for the hours we actually need would cost roughly forty-five thousand a year.”
Marcus frowned.
“That’s not relevant.”
“It is if my labor is the reason you can operate the business the way you do.”
“I take care of my children.”
“Yes. You’re a good father.”
The compliment disarmed him.
Nia continued.
“You do mornings twice a week. You coach. You handle Sunday breakfast. You do bedtime when you’re home.”
Marcus nodded.
“But when a child is sick?”
“Nia.”
“Who cancels?”
He said nothing.
“School holiday?”
Silence.
“Teacher workday?”
Silence.
“Daycare closes?”
His jaw tightened.
“Me.”
Nia tapped the notebook.
“That is invisible equity.”
“That isn’t a legal term.”
“I don’t care.”
She looked around.
“This family grew because somebody absorbed the instability.”
Marcus sat.
His anger deflated.
For a moment he looked terribly tired.
“I thought you liked being home with them.”
“I do.”
“Then why are you talking like I imprisoned you?”
“I’m not.”
Her eyes filled.
“That’s what makes this complicated.”
She sat opposite him.
“I loved nursing Micah at noon. I loved picking Ava up from kindergarten. I loved being there when Caleb learned to read.”
Marcus listened.
“But loving those things doesn’t mean they cost me nothing.”
He looked down.
Nia whispered, “And I think you started treating what I gave willingly as something you were entitled to.”
Marcus flinched.
That night, after the children slept, he brought down an old storage box.
“What’s that?”
“Receipts.”
Nia watched him open it.
Inside were years of paper.
The first Hill Performance lease.
Equipment invoices.
Business cards.
A printed mock-up of the logo.
Nia’s logo.
Marcus held it.
“You made this at two in the morning.”
“I remember.”
“You were pregnant with Caleb.”
“Yes.”
He smiled sadly.
“I hated the first version.”
“You said it looked like a dentist office.”
“It did.”
Nia almost smiled.
Marcus turned the paper over.
There was her handwriting.
Try charcoal instead of blue. Stronger.
He looked at her.
“I know you helped.”
“That isn’t the same as recognizing what it cost.”
Marcus nodded slowly.
“I see that.”
She did not know if she believed him yet.
But it was the first time he had said it without defending himself.
Then Marcus reached farther into the box.
He pulled out a small velvet case.
Nia froze.
He stared at it too.
“What is that?”
Marcus did not answer.
He opened the box.
A diamond ring.
Not the exact one from the advertisement.
But close.
Nia’s heart slammed painfully.
“How long have you had that?”
Marcus looked ashamed.
“Two years.”
She stepped backward.
Two years.
“Two years?”
“I bought it after Micah was born.”
“Why didn’t you give it to me?”
Marcus closed the box.
“I panicked.”
Nia could barely breathe.
“You bought a ring.”
“Yes.”
“You brought it into this house.”
“Yes.”
“And for two years, every time I asked where we were going—”
“I know.”
“You told me I was obsessed with a symbol.”
“I know.”
Nia stared at him.
“Where did you keep it?”
Marcus looked down.
“At the gym.”
Of course.
Another important piece of their shared life stored somewhere Nia would never casually find it.
Her eyes filled.
“Why bring it home now?”
“I thought you should know.”
“That you almost chose me?”
Marcus winced.
“No.”
“That’s what it feels like.”
He placed the ring on the counter.
Nia did not touch it.
The diamond caught the kitchen light.
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