Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”
Lora’s knuckles turned white as she gripped the bill, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
And that’s when I, Melanie the waitress, decided enough was enough.
I’ve been working at this high-end restaurant for ten years. You see all kinds of people—the lovebirds, the business sharks, and the occasional jerk who thinks the world revolves around him.
Jack was one of those.
When he and Lora first started coming in, they were adorable. They split the bill, they stole glances over dessert, they laughed.
But lately? Something had changed.
Jack had turned into a big spender—on Lora’s dime. He’d order the finest steaks, the most expensive wine, the extravagant appetizers—while she quietly footed the bill.
And the worst part?
She never even ate that much.
That night was the final straw.
Jack rolled in with eight of