The waiter hesitated, glanced at my soaked face, then nodded and hurried away.
“Don’t make this worse, Clara,” Javier warned.
I ignored him. I opened my banking app and showed him the screen.
“The card you expect me to use is linked to our joint account,” I said. “And that account is mostly funded by my income. I’m not paying to be humiliated.”
Javier’s confidence flickered.
“What are you trying to say?” he asked.
“That I’m not paying,” I replied. “And what you just did has consequences.”
“No one will believe you,” he snapped. “It was an accident.”
“Accidents don’t come with threats,” I said.
Moments later, the manager arrived with security.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“No,” I answered. “And I want the cameras reviewed.”
Mercedes tried to interrupt, but the manager stopped her politely.
“I need to hear from the client.”
