“Emma… I’m sorry,” he said with a deep sigh over the phone. “I had no idea she’d pull something like that.”
It was the first time he’d ever apologized to me.
“Matt,” I said calmly, “don’t worry about it. Just make sure you settle that invoice.”
The best part? A few weeks later, at a mutual friend’s party, someone casually asked Matt if he’d ever paid me back for all the “emotional labor.”
His face flushed bright red, and he left the party early.
Now, anytime Stephanie’s name comes up, someone inevitably chimes in with, “Oh, you mean the one with the bill?”
And honestly? I don’t regret a thing.
