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I Witnessed Man Demanding His Wife Pay $800+ for Him and His Friends – I Took Cold-Stone Revenge on Her Behalf

But when the bill arrived, a hefty sum that hovered just north of $800, Jack shoved it straight into Lora’s hand.

The way her face drained of color, the tears welling up in her eyes as Jack just kept shoving that damned bill at her, felt like some kind of cruel joke.

Lora bolted for the restroom, excusing herself. I scurried after her, and just as I reached the doorway, a muffled yell exploded from inside.

“So, now I earn 25% more than him and have to pay for all his buddies?! This is RIDICULOUS!” Lora was crying into the phone. “How can he demand I foot the bill all the time? This is so unfair!”

This wasn’t just about money; this was about control. And I wasn’t going to let him bully her like that.

Her tearful phone call echoed in my ears. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I approached Lora as she emerged from the restroom, dabbing her eyes with a crumpled napkin.

“Lora,” I said, “are you alright? Is there anything I can do?”

Her eyes welled up again. “Jack keeps insisting I pay for everything,” she choked out. “I can’t afford to do this all the time!”

There it was, the confirmation of what I’d already suspected. My heart ached for her. This wasn’t right.

But before I could offer any further words of comfort, an idea sparked in my head, a risky one, but maybe, just maybe, it was the only way out for her.

My mind raced. Here I was, a waitress who barely made enough to scrape by in this expensive city, about to potentially risk my job to help a customer.

But seeing the helpless fear in Lora’s eyes, the way Jack treated her like a walking ATM, I knew what I had to do.

“Listen,” I whispered, “Here’s what we can do. When I come back, pretend you’ve gotten an urgent call and leave right away. Don’t worry about the bill, I’ll handle it.”

Confusion flickered across Lora’s face for a brief moment, but then a spark of hope ignited in her eyes.

“Are you sure?” she whispered back. “What about your job?”

I squeezed her hand reassuringly, a silent promise passing between us. “Don’t worry about me,” I said. “Just trust me.”

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