The Confrontation
That night, Amanda couldn’t contain her anger any longer. “John, we need to talk,” she said, her voice trembling with rage. John looked up, surprised. “What’s wrong, Amanda?” he asked. “I know about the café, the tips, everything. Are you cheating on me with the pretty blonde barista from Starbucks? Emily? “
John looked taken aback. “What? No, Amanda, it’s not like that,” he insisted. Amanda’s eyes filled with tears. “Don’t lie to me, John. I’ve seen the receipts, the tips. Why are you doing this?”