When my husband tossed a crumpled $50 bill on the counter and smugly told me to “make a lavish Christmas dinner” for his family, I knew I had two choices: crumble under the weight of his insult or turn the tables in a way he’d never forget. Guess which one I picked?
Every year, my husband Greg insists we host Christmas dinner for his family, which is fine except for the part where he treats it like some royal command rather than a joint effort.
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This year, though, he outdid himself, reducing my work and care to a single dismissive gesture. At that point, I decided I wasn’t just going to cook.
I was going to ensure he learned a lesson he’d never forget.
It all started last week when Greg and I were standing in the kitchen, debating the plans for Christmas dinner. Or, more accurately, I was trying to discuss them while Greg was half-listening, scrolling through his phone.
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“We’ll need to plan the menu soon,” I said. “Your family usually expects a full spread, and I want to make sure we have time to get everything.”
Greg looked up, then casually pulled out his wallet, fished out a crumpled $50 bill, and tossed it onto the counter.
“Here,” he said, smirking. “Make a proper Christmas dinner. Don’t embarrass me in front of my family.”
I stared at the bill, then at him, trying to process what I’d just heard.
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“Greg, this won’t even cover a turkey, let alone a whole dinner for eight people,” I said.
He shrugged, leaning casually against the fridge. “My mom ALWAYS managed. Be resourceful, Claire. If you’re not up for it, just say so. But I’ll have to tell my family not to expect much. Wouldn’t want them to think you’re… incapable.”
Ah, yes. His mother, Linda. The ever-perfect matriarch who could apparently conjure feasts out of thin air.
If I had a dollar for every time Greg compared me to her, I’d be a millionaire by now.
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I clenched my fists under the counter. The old me, the one who might have swallowed my frustration, was long gone.
Instead, I forced a sweet smile and said, “Don’t worry, Greg. I’ll make it work.”
For the next few days, I played the role of the dutiful wife, letting Greg think I was stretching that $50 to its absolute limit.
Every time he came into the kitchen, I’d casually mention clipping coupons or scouring sales, just to keep him off my trail.
Little did he know, I was planning something far more extravagant.
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Using the emergency stash I’d built over the years, I decided to create a Christmas dinner, unlike anything his family had ever seen.
But this wasn’t about impressing his relatives. It was about showing Greg that I wasn’t someone he could dismiss with a crumpled bill and a condescending comment.
By the end of the week, I had everything planned.
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The menu was set, the decorations were on their way, and the catering team I’d secretly hired was ready to transform our home into a holiday masterpiece. Greg had no idea what was coming, and I couldn’t wait to see his face when he realized just how “resourceful” I could be.
Christmas Day arrived, and with it, the culmination of my plan.
The house looked nothing short of magical. Garlands of twinkling lights adorned the walls, and the dining table was dressed in an elegant gold and red theme.
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Even the air smelled festive, thanks to the combination of freshly baked rolls, roasted turkey, and honey-glazed ham wafting from the kitchen.
Greg, blissfully unaware of how far I’d gone, strolled into the dining room just as I was adjusting the last plate. His eyes widened as he took in the scene.
“Wow, Claire,” he said, clearly impressed. “I didn’t think you had it in you. Guess my $50 really worked wonders, huh?”
“Oh, just wait, Greg. Tonight’s going to be unforgettable,” I said, straightening a napkin. “I won’t embarrass you in front of your family.”
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Soon, his family began to arrive.
As always, Linda was the first to step through the door, impeccably dressed and scanning the room with a critical eye. She walked into the dining room and froze.
“Claire,” she said. “This… this looks like it cost a fortune. You didn’t overspend, did you?”
Before I could answer, Greg puffed up his chest and replied, “Not at all, Mom! Claire’s learning to be resourceful. Just like you taught me.”
Oh, Greg, I thought. You poor, oblivious man.
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Linda raised an eyebrow but let it slide. Meanwhile, the rest of the family trickled in, and showered me with compliments.
“This is amazing,” Greg’s brother said, marveling at the spread. “How’d you pull this off?”
“Claire has a talent for making the impossible happen,” Greg said with a self-satisfied grin, clearly basking in the glory of my hard work.
Dinner went off without a hitch. Every dish was a hit, and Greg’s family couldn’t stop singing my praises.
But I wasn’t done yet.
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When it was time for dessert, I brought out a triple-layer chocolate cake adorned with edible gold flakes, courtesy of the fanciest bakery in town. Gasps of delight filled the room as I placed it on the table.
As everyone reached for their plates, I stood up, holding my wine glass.
“Before we dig into dessert, I just want to say how much it means to Greg and me to host you all tonight,” I began, smiling at the curious faces around the table.
Greg raised his glass in a mock toast, clearly relishing the spotlight.
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“And,” I continued, “I have to give a special thank you to Greg. Without his generous contribution of $50, none of this would’ve been possible.”
The room fell silent.
Linda’s fork paused mid-air.
“Fifty dollars?” she echoed.
“Oh yes,” I said sweetly, turning to Greg. “When I asked about the budget for this dinner, Greg handed me a crumpled $50 bill and told me to ‘be resourceful.’ So I took that to heart.”
Greg’s face turned a deep shade of red as his brothers snickered.
Meanwhile, his father shook his head and muttered, “Unbelievable.”
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“Of course,” I added, “this dinner cost a little more than $50. About $750, actually. I used my personal savings to make sure everything was perfect since I wouldn’t want Greg’s family to feel embarrassed.”
Greg’s jaw dropped as he looked at me with wide eyes. Linda shot him a look of pure disappointment, the kind that could wilt flowers.
“Seven hundred and fifty dollars?” she repeated, her voice sharp. “Gregory, is this true? You handed Claire fifty dollars to feed all of us?”
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“I… I thought she could handle it,” Greg stammered. “I didn’t mean—”
“Oh, he meant it,” I interjected smoothly. “Greg has this charming habit of throwing challenges my way. This one just happened to include a crumpled fifty and the expectation that I work miracles. Isn’t that just amazing?”
Greg’s face flushed a deep crimson as he tried to regain control of the situation.
“Claire, can I talk to you? In private,” he hissed.
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“No need, Greg,” I said, raising my voice just enough to be heard. “Let’s keep everything out in the open. After all, your family deserves to know how you treat your wife during the holidays.”
Linda shook her head in disapproval. “Gregory, I raised you better than this. How could you put Claire in such an impossible position? Honestly, I’m embarrassed for you. So embarrassed.”
Greg’s attempt to defend himself fell flat. “I… I just thought—”
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“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.
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“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.”
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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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Lonely Woman Hides Her Son During a Date to Avoid Scaring the Man Away, but Regrets It the End – Story of the Day
Single mother Riley was trying her best to find love, even though it was tough. As soon as her dates found out she had a son, the romance quickly faded away. Her desperation grew, and Riley felt she had no choice but to hide her son. However, she immediately regretted that decision.
Riley stood in front of her 8-year-old son, Roy, with a heavy heart, unsure if she was making the right choice. At 32, balancing life as a single mother and trying to find love felt like walking a tightrope.
Ever since her ex-boyfriend walked out on her as soon as he found out she was pregnant, Riley had been left to raise Roy on her own.
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Over the years, she had embraced being a mom and built a world around her son, but deep down, there was still a longing—someone to share her life with, someone to love her as much as she loved Roy.
But finding that someone was harder than she ever imagined. Every time she met someone new, things seemed promising until they found out about Roy.
It was as if the mere mention of her child made them pull away. The disappointment stung every time, and Riley was growing tired of it.
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Now, with this new date on the horizon with Mitchell, she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was her last chance to see if there was hope.
Mitchell seemed different—kind, charming, and someone who could be the one. But she was afraid that if she introduced Roy too soon, she’d scare him off like the others.
“I don’t want to go to Kyle’s tonight,” Roy whined, clutching his favorite toy tightly in his arms.
His face was scrunched up in a pout, his big eyes pleading.
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“I want to stay here with you.”
Riley crouched down so that she was eye-level with her son, trying to push aside the guilt gnawing at her. She gently brushed a strand of hair off his forehead and forced a smile.
“Roy, it’s just for one night,” she said, trying to sound upbeat.
“You always have so much fun with Kyle. You two will stay up, watch movies, play games—it’ll be a blast. And I’ll pick you up first thing in the morning.”
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Roy’s expression softened slightly, but he still looked uncertain. “But what if I don’t want to sleep there?”
“You’ll be fine,” Riley reassured him. “It’s only for tonight, and tomorrow we’ll do something fun, okay?”
As much as she loved Roy, she needed this night to go well. She had arranged for him to have a sleepover at his friend Kyle’s house, something she rarely did. But tonight was different.
Tonight, she was going to see if there was a future with Mitchell, and to do that, she needed to focus on herself.
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She didn’t want to have to worry about Roy or the complications that might arise from mentioning she had a child too soon.
The taxi arrived at the Kyles house, and with one final hug, Riley sent Roy inside.
She felt a pang in her heart as she watched him walk up the steps, his shoulders slightly slumped, but she quickly reminded herself that this was necessary.
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She wasn’t doing this just for herself—if things went well with Mitchell, it could mean a better future for both of them.
As the taxi pulled away from Kyle’s house, Riley took a deep breath and tried to focus on the evening ahead.
She knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but she couldn’t help but hope that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different.
When Riley arrived at the restaurant, she spotted Mitchell waiting at a small table near the window. He looked sharp in a clean-cut suit, his hair neatly combed, and when he saw her approaching, his face lit up with a warm smile.
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Riley’s nerves immediately kicked in, but she had put effort into her appearance tonight—her favorite dress, just enough makeup to feel confident, and a pair of heels that made her feel taller.
She wanted to feel good about herself, especially since she was hoping this date could be something more than just casual.
They exchanged a few pleasantries as they sat down, but there was an awkward tension in the air.
Neither of them seemed to know what to say to get the conversation going. Riley’s mind raced as she tried to think of a topic to break the ice, but Mitchell beat her to it.
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“So, do you think the menu is a bit too… fancy?” Mitchell asked, a playful smile on his face. “I mean, I’ve never seen so many different kinds of salad in my life.”
Riley couldn’t help but laugh. The tension broke, and the joke made her feel more at ease.
“I know, right? Who knew you could have six varieties of lettuce?” she joked back.
With that, the conversation flowed more easily. They started talking about their favorite foods, funny stories from their jobs, and some light-hearted moments from their past.
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Riley found herself laughing more than she had in months, and for a while, she felt like she could enjoy the evening without overthinking everything.
But as they finished dinner and stepped outside for a walk, that nagging thought crept back into her mind. She still hadn’t told him about Roy.
The guilt weighed on her. She liked Mitchell, and they were getting along so well, but would that change if he knew she was a single mother?
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Taking a deep breath, Riley decided to test the waters.
“Mitchell, what do you think about kids?” she asked, trying to sound casual but feeling her heart race as she waited for his answer.
Mitchell’s expression shifted slightly. He hesitated for a second and then quickly changed the subject.
Riley’s heart sank. His avoidance was clear, and it made her even more anxious about telling him the truth.
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She didn’t want to lose this connection, but hiding such a big part of her life felt wrong.
Before she could figure out what to say next, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Startled, she quickly excused herself and answered. It was Kyle.
“Kyle? Is everything okay?” she asked, trying to hide her rising worry.
Kyle’s voice was shaky. “Roy fell really bad, and he won’t stop crying. You need to come get him.”
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Riley’s heart leaped into her throat. Her son needed her, and there was no question in her mind about what she had to do next.
Riley took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she turned to Mitchell. She knew she couldn’t avoid the truth any longer.
“Mitchell, I need to tell you something,” she said, her voice slightly trembling.
Mitchell looked at her with genuine concern in his eyes. “What is it?”
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“I have an 8-year-old son, Roy,” Riley admitted, the weight of the words hanging in the air. “I didn’t tell you earlier because… I was afraid it would scare you away.”
She paused, gauging his reaction. His face showed a hint of surprise, but he remained silent, letting her continue.
“I left him at his friend’s house tonight so we could have some space, but he just got hurt, and I need to go get him. I’m so sorry. I lied, and I shouldn’t have done that.”
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Mitchell stared at her for a few moments, and Riley braced herself for the worst. But then, he smiled softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a way that reassured her.
“Riley, it’s okay,” he said gently. “I understand. And honestly, I’ve been hiding something too.”
Riley blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”
Mitchell let out a small sigh, running a hand through his hair.
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“I have a daughter. She’s twelve. I didn’t mention her because I was afraid of how you’d react too.”
Riley’s heart lifted with relief. “You do?” she asked, her voice softening with surprise. She hadn’t expected this.
Mitchell nodded.
“Yeah, and I get it, Riley. Being a parent is tough. You’re constantly juggling everything, trying to make sure your kid is okay while also trying to live your own life. Dating is even harder when you’re trying to balance it all.” He smiled warmly at her.
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“Why don’t I come with you? We can go get Roy together. I’d like to meet him.”
Riley’s eyes welled up with gratitude, a mixture of relief and joy washing over her.
She had been so scared of telling him, of being judged, but here he was, offering to help.
“You’d do that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
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Mitchell smiled again, his expression calm and reassuring. “Of course. I know how important he is to you. Let’s go make sure he’s okay.”
Riley couldn’t believe how everything had turned out. She smiled back at Mitchell, feeling a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in a long time. Together, they headed to the car, ready to get Roy.
Mitchell drove Riley to Kyle’s house, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than usual. Riley sat beside him, her mind racing with worry about Roy.
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They barely exchanged words, but Mitchell’s presence was comforting. As soon as they arrived, they both hurried to the front door, their nerves apparent in their quick steps.
Kyle’s mother greeted them with a calm expression, clearly puzzled by their urgency. “Is everything alright?” she asked, looking from Riley to Mitchell.
“Kyle called and said Roy was hurt,” Riley explained, her voice trembling with concern.
Kyle’s mother’s brow furrowed in confusion, but she remained calm.
“Oh, I’m sure he’s fine. The boys are just upstairs, playing video games. Come on, I’ll show you.”
Riley and Mitchell followed her upstairs, hearts pounding, though the woman’s calm demeanor reassured them slightly.
When they reached Kyle’s room, Riley pushed the door open carefully, bracing herself. There, sitting on the floor, were Roy and Kyle, engrossed in their game, completely unharmed.
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Relief washed over Riley as she knelt in front of Roy, her voice soft but full of concern. “Roy, what happened? Kyle said you were hurt.”
Roy blushed deeply, fiddling with the controller in his hands. “I… I just missed you, Mom. I wanted you to come back.”
Riley’s heart melted. She pulled Roy into a tight hug, tears welling up in her eyes. “Oh, Roy. You don’t have to make up stories to see me. I’ll always come back for you, no matter what.”
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Behind her, Mitchell chuckled softly, the tension in the air dissolving. “Well, looks like the crisis has been averted,” he said with a grin.
As they drove home, Riley couldn’t help but laugh at how the night had turned out. All the stress and fear had vanished, replaced by the warmth of the moment.
She glanced at Roy, who was happily chatting away in the back seat, and then over at Mitchell, who smiled at her.
“How about our next date?” Mitchell asked, his eyes twinkling. “We bring the kids.”
Riley smiled back, her heart light. “I’d like that.”
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