Tall.
Handsome.
Silver beginning to show at his temples.
My husband of eight years.
He looked uncomfortable.
But said nothing.
Then Vanessa raised her glass.
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Everyone laughed.
Except me.
My face burned.
I looked at Sam one last time.
Still nothing.
I couldn’t sit there another second.
I grabbed my handbag.
And turned toward the exit.
That’s when I saw them.
Two cakes stood on a trolley near the kitchen.
One was the chocolate cake I’d ordered.
The other had white frosting and pink roses.
Across the top, in red icing, I could make out the words.
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“Welcome Back, Vanessa!”
I pulled the waiter aside.
“Who ordered that second cake?”
He checked his notes.
“Mrs. Patricia. She requested it be served immediately after your husband’s birthday cake.”
Suddenly, everything made sense.
This wasn’t an accidental seating arrangement.
They’d planned to humiliate me.
And Sam had allowed it.
I looked at the waiter.
“Please bring out both cakes. Together.”
Minutes later, the lights dimmed.
The waiter rolled the trolley into the dining room.
Patricia clapped excitedly.
