Then, without warning, he grabbed his glass and threw the wine straight at me.
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Cold liquid hit my skin, soaked my dress, and drew every eye in the room.
“Pay, or this ends right now,” he growled.
The entire restaurant went silent.
I wiped my face slowly—not because I was calm, but because I refused to break. I looked him straight in the eyes and whispered, “Fine.”
Then I reached into my purse…
Not for my card.
For my phone.
My hands trembled slightly, but my mind was clear. I wasn’t going to cry or make a scene for them.
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Javier leaned back, smug, convinced he had won. Mercedes laughed, enjoying the attention.
I called the waiter over.
“I need to speak with the manager,” I said. “And I want this bill reviewed. Also—please call security.”
The waiter hesitated, glanced at my wine-soaked face, then at Javier—and nodded quickly before hurrying away.
