Mark’s face turned beet red.
“Emma, sit down,” he hissed.
I ignored him. “That’s not all! Mark, you’ve always prided yourself on being the generous one.
I’ve charged tonight’s dinner to the emergency money you’ve been hiding from me for years.”
His jaw dropped. “What? How did you—”
“Oh, Mark, you should know by now that I’m smarter than you think.
And here’s the kicker: you’ll be pleased to hear this, ladies and gentlemen: my husband is treating all of you to dinner and covering all your expenses tonight.”
Mark’s face lost all color. “Emma, this isn’t funny.”
I stood tall. “No, it’s not.
But it’s fair.”
As I turned to leave, I felt as if a weight had been lifted from me. The diners erupted in cheers as I walked out, leaving Mark sitting there, shocked and embarrassed. He was going to remember this anniversary forever, and so would I.
