I paused, remembering. The letter from my mom.
I hesitated, then pulled it out. I hadn’t planned to read it tonight, but something stopped me from stuffing it back in.
I opened it slowly, the familiar handwriting making my chest tighten.
Dear Claire,
If you’re reading this, it means I’m not there to guide you. But I want you to remember something very important: You are strong, and you deserve happiness. Don’t let anyone, not even family, take that from you.
Use your blessings for you. Be wise, and stand up for yourself when it matters most. Love, Mom.
My eyes filled with tears, but not from sadness—something stronger.
I closed the letter and tucked it back into my wallet, my heartbeat steadying. My mom was right. I wasn’t going to let them manipulate me.
I looked up at Karen, who was still smiling, waiting for me to hand over the cash.
I sat up straighter. “Actually, no,” I said, my voice firm but calm. “I won’t be paying for everyone’s dinner.”
The table went silent.
Ethan looked up, finally, his eyes wide with shock. Karen’s smile faltered, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice dripping with disbelief.
“I mean,” I said, taking a deep breath, “this inheritance is for my future.
It’s not a family fund for dinners or anything else. I won’t be pressured into using it because you think I should.”
Tom scoffed, shaking his head. “Come on, Claire.
It’s just a meal. Don’t be so selfish.”
“I’m not being selfish,” I replied, feeling a wave of strength rushing over me. “I’ve spent years trying to fit in with this family, bending over backward to make everyone happy.
But I’m done. My mom wanted me to use this money wisely, and I plan to do just that.”
Ethan’s face paled. “Claire, don’t make a scene,” he muttered under his breath.
“It’s not worth it.”
I stood up, grabbing my coat. “No, Ethan. You not standing up for me—that’s what’s not worth it.”
Karen’s face twisted into disbelief.
“After all we’ve done for you, this is how you repay us?”
I didn’t answer. I had nothing left to say. I slung my bag over my shoulder and started walking out, feeling lighter with every step.
I heard Ethan calling after me, but I didn’t stop.
Outside, the cold air hit my face, but I didn’t care. For the first time in months, maybe years, I felt free.
A few days later, Ethan called. I wasn’t surprised by his tone—he wasn’t apologizing.
He was angry.
“You embarrassed me in front of my parents, Claire. You could’ve just paid the bill and avoided all this drama,” he snapped, frustration dripping from every word.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “Ethan, it wasn’t about the bill.
It was about respect. I’m not a wallet for your family to dip into whenever they feel like it.”
“You’re blowing this way out of proportion,” he argued. “It was just one dinner.”
“No, Ethan,” I said firmly, my voice unwavering.
“It’s more than that. I won’t be used for my money. I need you to understand that.”
There was a long pause on the other end of the line before he finally spoke.
“I think we need some space,” he said coldly.
“Maybe you’re right,” I replied, feeling a strange sense of calm wash over me. “I need time to figure out if this is the kind of marriage I want.”
With that, I hung up, knowing the real conversation was just beginning.
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