Page 3 — I Bought Champagne For Everyone (Except Them)
I didn’t just pay their bill.
I bought the room.
“I want everyone in this restaurant to have champagne on Adrien Foster tonight,” I told Philippe.
“Put it all on this corporate card.”
He hesitated for a fraction of a second — then he understood exactly what I was doing.
This wasn’t revenge.
This was optics.
This was reputational damage with receipts.
For the next hour, I ate my dinner slowly.
I watched them laugh, touch, lean close like teenagers playing grown-up.
I watched Adrien toast to his own luck.
My phone buzzed again.
“This meeting is brutal. Probably won’t be home until after midnight.”
I typed back:
“Take all the time you need, darling.”
Philippe returned, voice low.
“They ordered dessert. The bill is… substantial.”
I smiled.
“Perfect,” I said. “Deliver it.”
Read what happened when he realized the ‘pregnant wife’ wasn’t a rumor — she was in the room ⬇️⬇️⬇️
