I MADE THIS DESSERT FOR MY HUSBAND, BUT HE THREW IT IN THE TRASH – HE REGRETTED IT LATER
So, I was all excited to surprise Mark with his favorite dessert. I spent the whole day in the kitchen, working my magic on it. He finally gets home, and I watch him take that first bite. Imagine that — he says, “Tastes nothing like the one Emily used to make. Hers was way better.” And then, he just tosses the entire thing into the trash!
My first reaction — pack his stuff and send him to his ex, Emily, so he could enjoy her food forever. But then, a perfect idea hit me. Sending him away would be too easy. Now, I want revenge, and I already know what to do.
So, the next day, when Mark left for work, I secretly dug through the trash, retrieved the dessert, and carefully placed it back in the fridge. I wanted to make sure he saw it again and remembered his cruel words.
I spent the entire day plotting my revenge. I decided to cook all of Mark’s favorite meals — but with a twist. I carefully prepared each dish, making them look absolutely perfect, but subtly tweaked the recipes to include ingredients he hated or found utterly bland. I planned to serve him the most elaborate, beautifully presented dinners that tasted nothing like he remembered.
That evening, I started with his favorite, beef stew. I replaced the usual tender beef with tough, chewy cuts and over-seasoned it with herbs he despised. I served it with a smile and waited for his reaction.
Mark took a bite and frowned. “What’s wrong with this stew? It tastes… off.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because it’s not made by Emily,” I replied sweetly.
His eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. He couldn’t complain too much, or he’d look petty. I kept up the charade for days, each meal more disappointing than the last. His frustration grew, but he couldn’t figure out what was happening.
One night, after a particularly disastrous dinner of overcooked pasta and watery sauce, Mark finally broke. “What’s going on with your cooking lately? It’s been terrible!
I pretended to be hurt. “Oh, really? I’ve been trying to improve, but I guess I’ll never be as good as Emily.”
He sighed, clearly feeling guilty. “Look, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I was just frustrated. I miss the way you used to cook. I’m sorry.”
That’s when I knew I had him. I stood up, walked to the fridge, and pulled out the dessert he had thrown away. “Remember this? The dessert you said tasted nothing like Emily’s? Well, I’ve been making everything exactly like that since you insulted me.”
Mark’s face turned red with shame. “You kept that? I didn’t mean to be so harsh. I’m really sorry, I didn’t know it hurt you so much.”
I nodded. “Yes, I kept it to remind myself never to let you talk to me like that again. From now on, you’ll appreciate my cooking, or you can start making your own meals.”
Mark nodded, genuinely remorseful. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I do appreciate everything you do. I promise I’ll never compare you to anyone else again.”
And just like that, the power dynamic shifted. I continued to cook delicious meals, and Mark was always careful to praise them, no matter what. He learned his lesson, and I felt a newfound sense of respect and appreciation in our relationship.
In the end, Mark regretted throwing that dessert away — not just because of the food, but because it cost him the easy comfort of thoughtless words. And as for me, I realized that sometimes, the best revenge is simply making sure you’re never taken for granted again.
