He Never Noticed Me Until I Loved Someone Else novel Chapter 262

The Fuller family expected absolute luxury in everything they touched. Buying gifts that met their terrifyingly high standards was impossible on Stella's salary, forcing her to rely entirely on Jarrod's black card.

"Every single cent I spent is documented right here. The ledger is in this notebook. You can have your finance team audit it," Stella said smoothly.

Hearing her clinical breakdown, Jarrod stared blankly at the velvet box. It was overflowing with exquisite diamond necklaces, vintage brooches, and designer hairpieces. Sitting right on top was a pale pink notebook.

Realizing she had meticulously tracked every penny she spent over their three-year marriage sent a violent wave of fury crashing into Jarrod's chest.

She had kept the accounts flawlessly clean.

It was as if she had been obsessively preparing for this exact moment since the day they said 'I do.'

Jarrod's dark eyes boiled with freezing rage. His voice dropped to a mocking, razor-sharp sneer. "And the money spent on the Quinn family? Did you pay for that out of your own pocket?"

Stella answered without hesitation. "No. I rarely visited the Quinn estate, and I never gave them any money or gifts behind your back. The only expenses I covered personally were for Grandma Margaret."

That answer made Jarrod's expression turn downright murderous.

Not only had she kept the finances impeccably separated, but she had ruthlessly drawn the emotional boundaries as well.

In Stella's mind, Jarrod, the Fuller empire, and the Quinn family were all just strangers. Grandma Margaret was the only person she considered actual family!

"I gave them to you, which makes them yours. There's absolutely no need to throw them back in my face like this," Jarrod snarled.

Stella remained perfectly composed. "I know you don't care about the money. But the Fuller family has already given the Quinns more than enough. These things never truly belonged to me—they belonged to the role of 'Mrs. Fuller.' Since I'm retiring from that role, I'm leaving the props behind."

Jarrod stared at her breathtakingly calm face, the suffocating pressure returning to crush his lungs.

She always had her flawless logic, and every single word out of her mouth felt like a knife to the gut.

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