Greg’s attempt to defend himself fell flat. “I… I just thought—”
“Don’t strain yourself, dear,” I interrupted. “You’ve made your thoughts about me and my capabilities perfectly clear.
But since we’re all about transparency tonight, I have one more little surprise.”
I reached under the table and pulled out an envelope, sliding it across to Greg. He eyed it suspiciously before opening it.
The color drained from his face as he read the receipt inside.
“What… what is this?” he stammered, though he already knew the answer.
“Oh, just a little Christmas gift I bought for myself,” I said brightly. “It’s a weekend spa retreat.
Consider it my reward for pulling off this ‘lavish’ dinner on your generous budget.”
Greg’s brothers erupted into laughter, one of them slapping the table in delight. His father, normally a man of few words, muttered, “Serves you right.”
“You can handle the cleanup tonight, Greg,” I added, leaning back in my chair with a satisfied smile. “Think of it as your contribution to this year’s Christmas.”
Linda didn’t say another word, but her expression said it all.
She looked at Greg as though he’d personally let her down, which, frankly, was the cherry on top of the evening for me.
As the meal wound down, I let myself enjoy the cake with his family while Greg sulked in the kitchen, scrubbing dishes.
And that spa retreat? I’d already booked it for New Year’s weekend. Greg wouldn’t be joining me.
Not this time, and not ever again if I could help it.
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