[ Who else lands such an amazing boss right after grad school? ]
The post was accompanied by three pictures:
Dinner at a Michelin-star restaurant,
The latest smartphone,
And a bank transfer of $200,000.
The last photo showed Claire herself, slicing steak and placing it gently onto Ethan’s plate.
I stared at them over and over, my chest hollow.
Ten years together, and Claire had never bought me a gift.
Not once had she transferred me even a dollar.
“Women should only enjoy a man’s love. Why would I ever surprise you?” she used to say.
She always believed women shouldn’t spend on men.
But for Ethan, her generosity knew no bounds.
Dinner dates? She’d sit and wait for me to do everything.
Photos? She refused every single time.
But Ethan—he got it all.
Without even trying.
My eyes burned, but I held it in.
Then—ding dong.
I opened the door. A delivery man stood outside.
“Good evening, I’m here to deliver the wedding photos.”
“I didn’t take any wedding photos.”
“Impossible. This is Claire Bennett’s residence, right?”
I nodded, and he unloaded a stack of large packages.
When he left, I opened one box, my hands trembling.
Inside were wedding photos—Claire and Ethan.