My Husband Gifted Me Money for Breast Implants and a Nasty Note for My Birthday—I Taught Him a Harsh Lesson

I sat up, curiosity piqued. An envelope on my birthday? It had to be something special. I tore it open, expecting perhaps a heartfelt letter, a romantic gesture, or tickets to a dream destination. Instead, I found a stack of cash. My heart skipped a beat, but not out of excitement.

“Wow, Jack, this is… generous,” I said, forcing a smile. My fingers brushed against a folded piece of paper nestled among the bills. I unfolded it, my eyes scanning the words that seemed to scream at me.

“Time to upgrade those mosquito bites.”
My jaw dropped. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, my stomach churning with disbelief and fury. Jack was beaming, clearly expecting gratitude.

“Do you like it?” he asked, his tone eager and oblivious.
I stared at him, trying to process the audacity. “You want me to get… breast implants?”

He nodded, completely missing the storm brewing inside me. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while, Nikkie. You’d look amazing with a little enhancement. Just imagine the heads you’d turn.”

I swallowed hard, forcing down the bile that threatened to rise. “Thank you, Jack,” I managed to say, my voice steady. “This is… unexpected.”

“Only the best for my girl,” he said, kissing my cheek. “I knew you’d be excited.” Excited? I was seething. My mind raced with the myriad of ways I could lash out, but I knew I had to be smarter. I had to teach Jack a lesson he’d never forget.