My Husband Froze My Card on My Birthday Novel – My husband’s secretary was recklessly swiping my card and even insulted me in a French restaurant, calling me a useless trophy wife. In a fit of anger, I froze the card, leaving her unable to pay the bill. Not only was she publicly humiliated, but the manager also detained her for a full day and night. When my husband heard this, he just gently tapped my nose.
“You little silly,” he sighed, “You’re an adult and still arguing over something trivial like a jealous little girl. And now she’s become the laughingstock of everyone.” He didn’t scold me, acting as if nothing had happened, until that evening on my birthday when he took me out to a French restaurant. He ordered dozens of tables’ worth of extravagant dishes and fine wine, saying his friends would join us later. “Honey, I’m just stepping out for a moment. I’ll be back soon to celebrate your birthday.” But as the evening dragged on and the restaurant was almost closing, he still hadn’t returned, and no friends were arriving either.
Just as I was about to pay with the card, the manager told me, “I’m sorry, Ms. Stone, your card has been frozen.” *** “Frozen?” This card was given to me by my husband, Chris Stevens. Before we left home today, he took away all my cards, telling me that he would cover the bill since it was my birthday. At the time, I was genuinely touched, secretly pleased to have such a thoughtful and sensible husband. But now, he was nowhere to be found, and no matter how many times I called, he didn’t answer.
If the card didn’t go through, I’d be in trouble. The manager’s expression shifted from respectful to impatient. “Ms. Stone, do you have another card that works?” “Let me make this clear: we don’t allow tabs here. You should know that from last month, shouldn’t you?” I certainly remembered. A month ago, Chris’ secretary had already swiped my card without permission, calling me a useless trophy wife. Could it be…? A terrible suspicion began to creep into my heart.
Was Chris doing this to get back at me and stand up for his secretary? As I was thinking this, I heard the sound of heels clicking against the floor. I quickly turned to see Chris walking in, holding his secretary, who looked furious with me. They were followed by a group of his friends, all wearing expressions of amusement as they stared at me. “Emilia, didn’t you love humiliating people by cutting off their card to pay?” “Well, now you can experience firsthand what it’s like to be stuck with a bill you can’t settle.” As soon as those words left his mouth, the whole room erupted. “I heard Emilia came from nothing, just lucky to be noticed by Mr. Stevens
. And now look, her own husband walks in with his new favorite to watch her crash and burn.” “Hah! Serves her right. This is what happens when you climb your way up using nothing but your looks.” “Exactly. How long can youth and beauty last anyway? Once a rich man finds someone younger and prettier, it’s game over for the old one.” I slowly clenched my fists, the anger from being humiliated flaring inside me. Just as I suspected, Chris had set me up to take revenge for his secretary.
Chris walked up to the table, holding the hand of his secretary, Cora Dixon. He pulled out a chair and sat down. “Don’t worry, Cora. I’ll repay Emilia for humiliating you the way she did.” A smile of delight spread across Cora’s face, and instinctively, she leaned in and kissed Chris on the lips. “Thank you, Chris.” She then looked at me with a mocking gaze. “Emilia, you’re just a useless trophy. What right do you have to freeze my card?” With those words, she grabbed the expensive bottle of red wine in front of her and slammed it at my feet. “Bang!” The wine splashed across my face, adding to my humiliation. “Hahaha! You pathetic loser,” Cora sneered, her voice dripping with venom. “Chris is covering everything for me now.
I can smash a hundred bottles and it wouldn’t matter. But you? You’re finished.” Chris also looked at me with a sneer. “Don’t glare at me like you want to kill me. If you have your own money, feel free to pay and walk out.” “Her! What money does she have to pay?” “Have you seen the total? Those dishes and all those bottles of opened wine—it’s a fortune. She’d never be able to afford it.” “She’s always lived off Mr. Stevens’ money. Without him, she’s nothing.”