My Husband Bragged about Buying Me Expensive Earrings When I Bought Them Myself, So I Gave Him a Reality Check

When Samantha reaches a huge milestone at work, she decides to celebrate the moment by treating herself to something expensive—a pair of diamond earrings. But when she and her husband are with their friends, and Ross takes full credit for it, she wants nothing more than to embarrass him. Will she do it? And more importantly, will she regret it?

I’ve always thought of myself as being an independent woman. Even when I got married to Ross—I knew that I needed to have my own sense of independence in some way. Which is how I threw myself into my career.

A woman wearing a blazer | Source: Pexels

A woman wearing a blazer | Source: Pexels

I work for a fashion house, writing content and making our catalogs look great. Recently, work has been going really well, and I received a promotion.

“Well done, Samantha!” my boss gushed. “You’re the person who takes our vision and translates it to the public. It’s a gift.”

Of course, I loved my job so it felt like the biggest reward to be acknowledged for my work.

A woman writing in a notebook | Source: Unsplash

A woman writing in a notebook | Source: Unsplash

I celebrated my promotion by spoiling myself.

“What do you want to get for yourself?” my work colleague, Carol, asked me during our lunch.

“I don’t know,” I said, drizzling dressing all over my salad. “I don’t own anything incredibly fancy. So, I’m thinking jewelry.”

A plate of salad on a table | Source: Unsplash

A plate of salad on a table | Source: Unsplash

Carol and I went to the jewelry store across from the café we had lunch.

“Let’s just look around,” Carol said.

A display at a jewelry store | Source: Unsplash

A display at a jewelry store | Source: Unsplash

We walked around the store and I looked through the glass displays, waiting for something to catch my eyes. Which was when I saw them—a pair of exquisite diamond earrings.

“That’s the one,” I said.

The woman behind the display beamed at me.

“This is going to complement your eyes,” she said, putting the earrings into a beautiful velvet box.

A pair of diamond earrings | Source: Pexels

A pair of diamond earrings | Source: Pexels

That evening when I got home from work, I took the box out, ready to show Ross the symbol of my hard-earned achievement at work.

“That looks expensive,” Ross said, piling pasta onto plates for us. “Was it?”

“It was,” I agreed. “But I wanted to treat myself. I’ve been working really hard at work, so this is the reward I decided on.”

“You have been,” Ross agreed. “It’s good to spoil yourself sometimes.”

A man in the kitchen | Source: Unsplash

A man in the kitchen | Source: Unsplash

I knew that my husband was trying to be proud of me—but he didn’t like when I was able to spoil myself. He had never actually said it, but it always showed in his reactions.

Later as we got ready for bed, the dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room as I fiddled with the edge of the duvet, avoiding Ross’s gaze.

I felt a sense of tension between us, the air thick with unspoken words.

A woman sitting on the bed | Source: Pexels

A woman sitting on the bed | Source: Pexels

Ross had been quiet for the rest of the dinner, his responses clipped, smiles forced. I noticed it, of course, but I didn’t want to draw any attention to his mood. I just felt horrible that Ross felt a certain way about me treating myself.

“Ross,” I said as he got into bed with his laptop in hand. “I know you think these earrings are too much, but it’s just that—”

“No, Sam,” he said. “It’s fine. It’s just that sometimes I feel bad that you have to buy these things for yourself. I feel like I should spoil you, too.”

A man sitting on the bed with his laptop | Source: Pexels

A man sitting on the bed with his laptop | Source: Pexels

We spoke for a few hours after that, and I tried to reassure my husband that everything was fine—I didn’t want us to get into a fight over something that didn’t need to become one.

We were good. Other than this, Ross and I were absolutely fine.

We spent the rest of the week meeting each other during the work day for coffee. Just to check in with each other during the day.

A couple sitting together and drinking coffee | Source: Pexels

A couple sitting together and drinking coffee | Source: Pexels

But then, the weekend rolled around and Ross’s behavior shocked me.

We had a group of really good friends that we saw regularly. The whole group tried to meet for drinks or a meal at least every two weeks.

So, this weekend we planned on doing lunch at a new restaurant.

An interior of a restaurant | Source: Unsplash

An interior of a restaurant | Source: Unsplash

We all sat around the table, with everyone breaking away to talk about their own things.

“Your earrings are stunning,” our friend, Macy, said. “Where did you get them?”

Before I could reply, Ross began to tell his own story of the earrings.

Women sitting together and laughing | Source: Pexels

Women sitting together and laughing | Source: Pexels

“I got them from the store here,” he said, gesturing in the direction of the jewelry store.

“Oh! I’ve seen it,” Macy retorted. “But I haven’t been inside.”

“Yeah, I just felt that Samantha needed to be spoiled a bit. She’s been working so hard lately. So, I surprised her with the earrings and her favorite chocolate,” Ross said.

A box of chocolate | Source: Pexels

A box of chocolate | Source: Pexels

There were a few pats on his back from some of the guys. And the ladies gushed over how sweet my husband apparently was.

“Don,” Macy said to her husband. “You could learn a thing or two from Ross.”

I sat there, looking at my cocktail, feeling utterly betrayed. Earlier that week Ross had looked like a sad puppy because I had done something for myself.

And now?

A cocktail with a black straw | Source: Pexels

A cocktail with a black straw | Source: Pexels

Here he was, sitting with our friend group and taking advantage of the fact that I had not spoken up and told everyone the truth.

But could I? If I said anything, Ross would be nothing but embarrassed.

“I mean,” he continued. “I was spoiled for choice! There were so many options, but I settled on these because Sam just feels like a diamond girl. They cost a fortune!”

A man sitting and smiling at the camera | Source: Pexels

A man sitting and smiling at the camera | Source: Pexels

Our food arrived and I dug into my prawns in silence. I didn’t mind that Ross wanted to be included in the story. But it bugged me that he had taken over it.

The whole reason for these earrings was for me to prove to myself that I was good at my job and worthy of good things—material things that I could provide for myself.

But Ross’s lie gnawed away at me for the entire meal.

Prawns and noodles in a plate | Source: Pexels

Prawns and noodles in a plate | Source: Pexels

As we paid and left the restaurant, I made sure to walk past the jewelry store. I wasn’t going to point it out, but I knew Macy would.

Macy was the type of person that if someone had something fancy, then she would shortly have her own—after persuading her husband to buy it for her.

“Hey!” she exclaimed. “This is the store, right?”

I nodded and allowed myself to be dragged inside the door.

A jewelry store display | Source: Unsplash

A jewelry store display | Source: Unsplash

“Mrs. Carter,” the woman behind the counter called out. “Back so soon?”

It was as if something came undone in that moment. And I found myself wanting to get back at Ross.

“Yes!” I said. “I wanted to see what else you have. Rings, maybe?”

She beamed and called for Macy and I to meet her at a counter—our husbands were behind us, eyeing the jewelry and the prices attached to it.

“Would I be able to exchange something?” I asked the woman.

A diamond ring display | Source: Pexels

A diamond ring display | Source: Pexels

She nodded slowly, eyeing the earrings that I was wearing.

“We do accept returns and exchanges,” she said. “Provided that there’s proof of payment and the quality of the item has not been tarnished in any way.”

“You want to return your earrings?” Macy asked, wrinkling her nose.

“Well, I’m looking at this ring,” I said, pointing to a gorgeous ring in the display. “It’s stunning, but the earrings just won’t go with them.”

A woman holding a diamond ring | Source: Pexels

A woman holding a diamond ring | Source: Pexels

My husband stepped forward and put his arm around me, while holding onto his wallet.

“But you love the earrings, Sam,” he said. “Why don’t you just keep them and think about it.”

“No,” I said stubbornly. “I think I’d like the ring better.”

“You’ll have to give me your details,” the woman said from behind the counter.

Ross gave his full name—knowing full well that nothing would show up. Because he did not buy my earrings, and I wanted to embarrass him.

A man holding a wallet | Source: Pexels

A man holding a wallet | Source: Pexels

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said. “But there are no purchases under your name here.”

“Really?” Ross asked sheepishly. “That’s a problem.”

“I’m so sure it’s under Mrs. Carter’s details,” she continued. “The earrings were purchased on her card.”

My husband’s face turned red in embarrassment. He didn’t meet my eye—knowing that I was upset with how he had downplayed my involvement in the earrings.

A man turned away from the camera | Source: Pexels

A man turned away from the camera | Source: Pexels

“It’s right here,” she said, looking at her computer. “Do you really want to return them, Mrs. Carter? Like I said the day you purchased them, they really suit your eyes.”

In the end, I declined wanting to switch my earrings for the ring. I had no intention of doing so—I just wanted to teach Ross a lesson.

Macy and Don looked at each other, and I knew that they were judging us. But I didn’t care, Macy was a material girl and would forget about the whole thing once Don bought her a pair of earrings, too.

A woman wearing red | Source: Pexels

A woman wearing red | Source: Pexels

The car ride home was enveloped in a profound silence.

Ross seemed to shrink beside me, his earlier bravado having dissolved into quiet reflection.

That evening, he shared his insecurities, confessing that his lie was an ill-conceived attempt to share in my accomplishments.

My emotions were mixed—relief at his honesty and acknowledgment of what he had done.

A man sitting on a couch | Source: Pexels

A man sitting on a couch | Source: Pexels

But my relief was also tinged with sorrow—I hated that my husband felt the need to compete.

The next day, Ross left home claiming that he had an errand to run. When he returned, I was reading a book, waiting for him to get back.

“Where have you been?” I asked him.

Ross just smiled at me and handed me a gift box.

A woman reading a book | Source: Pexels

A woman reading a book | Source: Pexels

“I’m sorry for dismissing your feelings,” he said. “This is to match your earrings.”

Inside the gift bag was a beautiful diamond necklace.

“I didn’t mean to outshine you,” he confessed. “You earned them by yourself. I just felt guilty that I haven’t been able to spoil you in the way you should be spoiled, Sam.”

The gift was a heartfelt gesture, and while a part of me wanted to return it—I knew that if I did so, I would hurt his feelings even more.

The previous day, when I had wanted to embarrass him—it wasn’t to hurt him. It was just to feel seen.

And after we spoke about it—I think we’re finally on the same page.

A gift box with a bow | Source: Pexels

A gift box with a bow | Source: Pexels

What would you have done?

Woman Comes to Meet Her Fiancé’s Parents and Sees Another Woman Posing as Her at the Dinner — Story of the Day

A man falls in love with a large woman but he is ashamed to be seen with her in public so he invites a thin girl to go with him to his parents’ anniversary celebration.

Mark Hallspringer was determined to find the perfect woman: bright, charming, witty, and of course, beautiful with a dynamite figure and great style. After all, he was handsome, successful and athletic, and quite a catch. He deserved the best.

When Mark started talking to Anna, he had no romantic intentions whatsoever. She definitely wasn’t his type. The funny thing is that sometimes we get what we need, not what we want, and it took Mark a long, long time to realize that.

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Unsplash

It all started when Mark was asked to coordinate efforts between the company’s sales director and the marketing division. Marketing, as it turned out, was being run very efficiently by a woman called Anna Coulton.

Even though Mark and Anna had been working in the same company and the same building for three years, they had never met, not at meetings, or mixers, or even the Christmas party.

Mark sent Anna an email asking her to explain how she was articulating her marketing push with the sales division (sales were lagging and blaming marketing).

Anna’s reply was concise, clear, and neatly put the ball back on the salesforce side of the fence. Mark liked the way her mind worked, and he also liked the fact that she had put forward several suggestions to help boost sales.

The next day, he called her on the phone to discuss her ideas, and to set up a meeting between her and the sales director. Anna had a lovely throaty voice, and a lovely laugh, and halfway through they were chatting like old friends.

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Unsplash

From then on, Mark found himself calling Anna — supposedly to check up on progress — but in reality to hear her voice. He liked Anna Coulton’s intelligence and sense of humor, and he loved talking to her.

A few weeks of daily conversations down the line, Mark asked Anna out on a date. There was a long silence on the other end of the line. “Are you sure about that, Mark?” Anna asked.

“Of course!” Mark said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I may not be what you expect,” she said quietly. “I’m not everyone’s cup of tea.”

“Tea…” said Mark. “Did I ever tell you my mother’s British? I love tea, every type of tea, I’m addicted to tea…” Anna laughed and reluctantly agreed to have lunch with Mark on Saturday.

The day arrived and Mark waited impatiently outside the restaurant for Anna to arrive. “I should have asked if she was a blonde or a brunette!” he thought to himself. “How will I know who she is?”

For illustration purposes only. | Source: Unsplash

Just then, a large girl approached Mark and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hello, Mark,” said Anna’s throaty, sexy voice. “I’m Anna.”

Mark was stunned. Whatever he had expected wasn’t this! Anna was beautiful, yes, very beautiful with a face worthy of the cover of Vogue, but she was overweight. She was what they now tactfully call a plus-size.

But then they started talking, and Mark forgot about her weight and found himself completely fascinated by Anna and her radiant smile. At the end of lunch, he already knew he wanted to see her again.

Over the next six months, they fell in love, but Mark found himself cringing from the idea that other people would know he was dating a big girl. The truth is, he was embarrassed, and that embarrassment shamed him.

At work, they kept their relationship under wraps, because of company policy, but Mark had already met Anna’s family and knew she was waiting to meet his. The issue became even more pressing when he found himself proposing one night.

He loved Anna. He wanted to spend all his time, the rest of his life with her, but he didn’t want anyone to know… He imagined his kid brother’s smirk as he eyed Anna’s ample curves. No! It wasn’t going to happen!

Then disaster struck. His parents were having their 40th wedding anniversary celebration and Anna helped him to shop for a present. “So when is the party, babe?” Anna asked excitedly. “I can’t wait to meet them! Do they know we’re engaged?”

Mark nodded. “Yes, they do! They know all about you!” That was a lie. All that his parents knew was that Mark was in love and engaged to a beautiful girl called Anna, but they knew nothing specific about her at all.

Mark explained that the party would be at his parents’ home in Connecticut, and they would take the two-hour drive over on Friday night, then spend the weekend. Anna was delighted, and Mark was horrified. How was he going to get out of this bind? Anna expected to go, and his parents expected her there…

Then Mark had an idea. It was a stupid idea, though it seemed to be brilliant at the time mostly because it would save him embarrassment.

Two days before they were supposed to drive up to Connecticut, Mark called Anna. “Honey, I have bad news!” he said. “I’m on a plane. The board wants me up in Colorado to sort out a labor issue, which means I’ll be flying directly to Connecticut on Saturday morning, if at all. I’m sorry, you won’t be able to go with me!”

Anna was very disappointed. “Oh, no!” she gasped, I’m so sorry. But what about your present? Do you want me to send it by special delivery?”

Mark sighed with relief. Anna was taking it well. “Baby, that would be brilliant! Let me give you my parents’ address…”

Anna hung up the phone. Poor Mark! He’d sounded so disappointed! Anna stared down at his parents’ address and an idea popped into her head. Why not deliver the gift in person? It would be a lovely surprise for Mark!

That it would be a mistake didn’t even cross Anna’s mind until she knocked on the door of Mark’s parents’ house and a slender older woman answered.

“Yes?” the woman said politely.

Anna gave her best smile. “Hi,” she said. “This is an anniversary gift for Mr. and Mrs. Hallspringer?”

The woman smiled and took the present from Anna’s hands. “Thank you!” she said and started to close the door.

Anna put out her hand. “I’m Anna. Anna Coulton, Mark’s fiancée?” She started to feel nervous when the woman’s mouth hung open.

“Is this a joke, young woman?” she asked sternly. “Because my son and his fiancée Anna are sitting down to dinner with me this minute…” Anna pushed past the woman rudely and walked into the house.

There was a big table set up in the dining room and at one end was Mark, and next to him, hanging on to his arm was a slender gorgeous girl. “Mark!” Anna cried. “What is going on here?”

Mark jumped to his feet and his face turned deadly white. “Anna-” he stuttered. “It’s not what you think… This woman, she’s an actress…”

“I don’t understand,” Anna cried. “If you don’t love me, why did you propose!”

“I do love you!” Mark said. “It’s just that… I was afraid…You…You know…”

“No,” Anna said. “I don’t know. What about me?” The other people around the table were sitting in absolute silence and most of them were looking down, and away from Mark.

Mark whispered, “You’re so…big.”

Anna looked him in the eyes for one long moment then she took off her ring and placed it on the table.

“You don’t know what love is. If you loved me,” she said sadly, “you wouldn’t be ashamed of me.” Before Mark could say another word, she turned her back and walked out.

Mark tried to phone Anna again and again, but she wouldn’t take his phone calls, not even at work. He was desolate. He missed Anna more and more, and he now realized he might have lost her forever.

There had to be a way to win her back, to make her see that he’d learned his lesson… The next day, when Anna was walking up to the office block she and Mark worked in, she saw a crowd of her colleagues milling around in front of the building and pointing at a huge billboard on the other side of the street.

When they saw Anna, they all started to whistle and clap. Anna frowned, then she saw the billboard, and her mouth dropped open. On the huge billboard was a photo of herself and Mark, with their arms around each other.

A huge caption proclaimed, “I LOVE ANNA COULTON AND I WANT TO MARRY HER!” Anna was still trying to process the whole scene when Mark walked up to her and dropped to one knee.

“Please marry me,” Mark said with tears in his eyes. “I love you, now and forever, forgive me even if I’m an idiot!”

“You ARE an idiot!” Anna said, “But I still love you!”

Anna and Mark are making plans for a winter wedding up in Connecticut and all their friends and both families are invited.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Accept people for who and what they are. Mark was in love with Anna but he was afraid of what people would think because she was plus-size.
  • What matters the most is the love and kindness in people’s hearts, not their looks. When he lost Anna, Mark finally realized what really mattered to him.

Share this story with your friends. It might brighten their day and inspire them.

If you enjoyed this story, you might like this one about a disabled woman who sees her father-in-law disappear into the woods with her two young children.

Related Posts

Be the first to comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.


*