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Story: The Last Move Is Mine
On the way home from saying goodbye to his parents, Wesley seemed to be in a particularly good mood; he couldn’t stop complimenting me and gushing about how fortunate he was to have me.
He joked that he must have saved the world in a previous life to be blessed with me in this one.
I simply smiled at him, my eyes filled with approval and satisfaction.
He abruptly changed the subject: “Darling, since we’re both so happy today, how about we go shopping for a bag for you?” Or perhaps something else? Whatever you want, I can get it for you.”
I cheerfully agreed, and what I had planned as a quick shopping trip took an unexpected turn when we ran into Charlotte at the mall.
Charlotte quickly left her group of girlfriends and approached us with a friendly smile, leaving Wesley with a flicker of unease in his expression.
Her gaze occasionally lingered on Wesley’s face. “Good day, Mr. and Mrs. Ross. What a coincidence to find you here!”
I held Wesley’s arm and politely smiled back. “Ms. Wilson, are you shopping as well? Want to join us?”
Wesley gave me a bewildered look, and I chastised him, “What’s with that look? You have no idea what women like. I dislike all of the bags you’ve previously purchased for me. Don’t you think it’s a huge waste of money?”
Charlotte’s expression shifted subtly, revealing a hint of jealousy.
Wesley opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. “Ms. Wilson is younger and likely more familiar with current trends. I’d appreciate her assistance in selecting a few bags and outfits. Wesley, don’t you mind having Charlotte around? “Surely, you are not that unreasonable.”
Even as I said those words, I felt sick by my own performance, but when I saw the awkward looks on Wesley and Charlotte’s faces, I knew it was all worth it.
Wesley grunted reluctantly in response, and I could tell he was worried that I would find out about their affair.
I turned to Charlotte and asked her again, “Ms.” Wilson, do you want to shop with us? I’d appreciate your assistance in selecting some bags and clothing, but don’t feel obligated if you’re busy.”
Charlotte hesitated briefly before smiling at Wesley and agreeing to accompany me.
Throughout the shopping trip, I pretended not to notice their silent exchanges and subtle looks.
Charlotte suggested a variety of outfits to me, most of which were either unflatteringly ugly or overly revealing.
Before we left, I turned to Wesley with a coy smile and said, just loudly enough, “I’ll try these on at home for you.” I purposefully bought the sexy outfits while rejecting the ugly ones outright.
After a few of these exchanges, their faces darkened.
Later, I asked Charlotte to choose something for herself–a bag and an outfit. Leaning in, I whispered, “It’s not like it’s your money. Go ahead and indulge. It’s up to your boss.
Charlotte hesitated, but couldn’t resist the temptation, and the few items she chose ended up costing more than everything she had chosen for me combined.
I remained silent throughout the checkout process because I wanted Wesley to witness Charlotte’s greed for himself.
He joked that he must have saved the world in a previous life to be blessed with me in this one.
I simply smiled at him, my eyes filled with approval and satisfaction.
He abruptly changed the subject: “Darling, since we’re both so happy today, how about we go shopping for a bag for you?” Or perhaps something else? Whatever you want, I can get it for you.”
I cheerfully agreed, and what I had planned as a quick shopping trip took an unexpected turn when we ran into Charlotte at the mall.
Charlotte quickly left her group of girlfriends and approached us with a friendly smile, leaving Wesley with a flicker of unease in his expression.
Her gaze occasionally lingered on Wesley’s face. “Good day, Mr. and Mrs. Ross. What a coincidence to find you here!”
I held Wesley’s arm and politely smiled back. “Ms. Wilson, are you shopping as well? Want to join us?”
Wesley gave me a bewildered look, and I chastised him, “What’s with that look? You have no idea what women like. I dislike all of the bags you’ve previously purchased for me. Don’t you think it’s a huge waste of money?”
Charlotte’s expression shifted subtly, revealing a hint of jealousy.
Wesley opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. “Ms. Wilson is younger and likely more familiar with current trends. I’d appreciate her assistance in selecting a few bags and outfits. Wesley, don’t you mind having Charlotte around? “Surely, you are not that unreasonable.”
Even as I said those words, I felt sick by my own performance, but when I saw the awkward looks on Wesley and Charlotte’s faces, I knew it was all worth it.
Wesley grunted reluctantly in response, and I could tell he was worried that I would find out about their affair.
I turned to Charlotte and asked her again, “Ms.” Wilson, do you want to shop with us? I’d appreciate your assistance in selecting some bags and clothing, but don’t feel obligated if you’re busy.”
Charlotte hesitated briefly before smiling at Wesley and agreeing to accompany me.
Throughout the shopping trip, I pretended not to notice their silent exchanges and subtle looks.
Charlotte suggested a variety of outfits to me, most of which were either unflatteringly ugly or overly revealing.
Before we left, I turned to Wesley with a coy smile and said, just loudly enough, “I’ll try these on at home for you.” I purposefully bought the sexy outfits while rejecting the ugly ones outright.
After a few of these exchanges, their faces darkened.
Later, I asked Charlotte to choose something for herself–a bag and an outfit. Leaning in, I whispered, “It’s not like it’s your money. Go ahead and indulge. It’s up to your boss.
Charlotte hesitated, but couldn’t resist the temptation, and the few items she chose ended up costing more than everything she had chosen for me combined.
I remained silent throughout the checkout process because I wanted Wesley to witness Charlotte’s greed for himself.