On Valentine’s Day, My Ex Brought His New Girlfriend to the Restaurant Where I Work – After He Mocked My Apron, I Handed Him an Envelope

I was taking an order from a table of teenagers when I heard the door chime.

Carl walked in wearing a tuxedo that looked like it cost more than my beat-up secondhand car.

Beside him was a woman who belonged on a magazine cover. Tall. Blonde. Perfect makeup. Designer dress. They looked like they were headed to some gala.

Carl said her name loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. “Vanessa, you’re going to love this place, darling. It’s so authentic.”

Beside him was a woman who belonged on a magazine cover.

His eyes found me across the room. The smirk that spread across his face made my stomach turn.

He steered Vanessa directly to a table in my section. Sat down. Leaned back as if he owned the place.

“Maya,” he declared. “Still here? I told Vanessa on the drive over, ‘I bet she’s still slinging hash at the diner.’ God, I love being right.”

Every table nearby went quiet.

I took a deep breath. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“I bet she’s still slinging hash at the diner.”

Carl made a show of looking at the menu. “What’s your most expensive champagne?”

I answered calmly, the way I did with every customer.

“Perfect. Two glasses. And make sure they’re clean. I know how these places can be.”

I walked to the bar, my hands shaking. Behind me, I could hear Carl talking.

“Amazing what you can achieve when you cut dead weight,” he told Vanessa. “I was drowning with her. Now look at me!”

Vanessa’s laugh was high and practiced.

“I was drowning with her.”

I poured the champagne carefully. Brought it back to the table. Set the glasses down.