He probably smiled, thinking he was in for another night of luxury at my expense. Little did he know what I had planned.
As I prepared for the evening, I felt a mix of anxiety and excitement. I knew this was a bold move, but it was necessary.
I wanted to be treated with respect again, and I wanted to show Mark that.
This was going to be an anniversary neither of us would forget for very different reasons. Mark arrived at the restaurant wearing a smug expression. I was seated immediately, dressed in the stunning red outfit he adored.
He sat down, and I greeted him with a mysterious, charming smile.
“You’ll see,” I said, gesturing to the waitress. “I’ve taken the liberty of ordering for us.” He narrowed his gaze but stayed silent.
The first dish, lobster bisque, was served for both of us. Mark’s eyes widened, but he remained quiet.
Next came the perfectly cooked filet mignon, and I could see him growing more puzzled as the finest wine was poured.
“I don’t understand, Emma,” he said hesitantly. “We were just here yesterday. What’s the occasion?”
“Our anniversary,” I replied, sweetness lacing my words.
“Well, it was a night to remember, but I want to forget last night.
This is one I want to remember, and I made sure you would too.”
Mark shifted from confusion to suspicion, scanning the restaurant as if trying to piece everything together. I watched him closely, relishing his discomfort.
As the main course was served, I enjoyed every bite, but Mark was too focused on trying to figure out what was happening to truly savor his meal. I stood up and made a toast, catching the attention of everyone in the restaurant.
“Excuse me, everyone.
I have a special announcement to make.” Mark’s expression turned fearful. “Emma, what are you doing?”
“My husband brought me here for our anniversary last night but insisted I order a cheap salad while he indulged himself. Tonight, I wanted to show him what true indulgence feels like.” Murmurs filled the room.
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.
