When wealthy restaurateur Nate meets down-to-earth Beth at a gas station, her charm catches him off guard. Intrigued but wary from past heartbreak, Nate invites her on a date with a twist. Will his charade of being a waiter at a restaurant he owns reveal her true intentions?
Neon paint splatters covered my clothes, and I didn’t realize how ridiculous I looked until I pulled up to the gas station. I stepped inside, feeling sore and a little dazed from an intense paintball match, and that’s when I saw her.
The cashier.
A cashier at a gas station | Source: Midjourney
Her blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few wisps escaping around her face. When she noticed me and smiled, I swear my heart somersaulted.
“If the Terminator walked in right now,” she teased, “he definitely wouldn’t ask for your clothes.”
I blinked. For a second, I didn’t know whether to laugh or melt into the floor.
“I… I was just playing paintball,” I replied sheepishly. My cheeks flamed up in what I could only hope wasn’t an obvious blush.
A shy man | Source: Midjourney
She grinned wider, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Really? That was my first guess.” She looked me up and down, making a show of inspecting the damage the paint had done to my clothes. “Did you win, or…?”
“Uh, yeah. My team won.” I shrugged, trying to appear casual, though it was hard to feel composed under her playful gaze.
“Well, congrats, soldier. Need a victory snack?” She winked at me and nodded at the candy shelf, her tone still dripping with mock seriousness.
A woman working as a gas station cashier | Source: Midjourney
I couldn’t help but laugh. This woman — Beth, her name tag read — was a breath of fresh air. I don’t know what came over me, but the next thing I knew, I blurted out, “Would you like to grab dinner with me sometime?”
She blinked, the smile fading slightly as surprise flickered in her eyes. For a moment, I feared I’d misread the whole thing. But then she tilted her head and her grin returned to full force.
“Alright. Sure… just no paintball, okay?”
A grinning gas station cashier | Source: Midjourney
We exchanged numbers, and I walked out of that gas station with a date to look forward to. I was excited, but it didn’t take long for the anxiety to set in.
I’ve been burned too many times before. Women were more interested in the idea of Nate, the wealthy restaurateur than in Nate, the man who liked obscure indie bands and reading Manga. So, I devised a little test. Maybe it was crazy, but I had to know.
I invited Beth to my upscale Italian restaurant downtown. It was the crown jewel of my empire, and would now also be the stage on which I’d expose Beth’s true intentions.
The interior of an upmarket restaurant | Source: Midjourney
I watched from across the room as Beth entered in a simple red dress that made her look effortlessly beautiful. The staff already knew the plan, so I hurried over to greet her, my heart pounding.
“Hey,” I said, guiding her to a corner table. “I’m so glad you came. I saved us the best table.”
Beth smiled, glancing around. “Oh? You come here so often you know which table is the best?”
A woman speaking to her male companion | Source: Midjourney
I chuckled as I sat across from her, fidgeting with the napkin. “Yeah, I work here. Just finished my shift, actually.”
Her eyes flickered with surprise, but her trademark grin quickly replaced it. “Really? I’ve always wanted to be a waitress. Maybe I’ll jump in for a shift after dinner.”
I laughed nervously, watching her reaction closely. “I don’t recommend it. The pay’s awful, and the hours? Brutal.”
As if on cue, one of my waiters approached with menus, winking subtly at me.
A man seated at a table with his date | Source: Midjourney
“Good to see you, Nate. Still recovering from that lunch rush?” he asked, playing his part perfectly.
“Yeah, barely survived,” I said with a tight smile.
Dinner arrived, and soon we were talking and laughing like old friends. She told me about her love of books, and how she used to want to write, but ended up working at the gas station to help her mom out.
She was funny and quick-witted. Her humor caught me off guard at every turn and I was thoroughly charmed by her.
A woman in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
Being with her felt… effortless.
As dessert approached, my restaurant manager, Tom, came over, looking furious. Of course, it was all part of the act, but Beth didn’t know that.
“Nate!” Tom snapped, glaring at me. “You skipped out on the last 15 minutes of your shift. What the hell? Get back to the kitchen and wash the dishes, or you’re fired!“
Beth’s eyes went wide, and I could see the shock register.
A wide-eyed woman | Source: Midjourney
Beth stood, her face softening with concern. “Hey, it’s okay. If you need to go, go. We can always—”
“I’m really sorry,” I cut in, feeling the weight of the lie. “I’ll have to finish up back there. I’ll, uh, text you later?”
“Sure,” she replied with a wink.
And with that, I excused myself, heading toward the kitchen, my mind racing. I needed time to think and to plan my next move, but I had barely been back there for two minutes when the kitchen door creaked open.
A staff entrance in a restaurant kitchen | Source: Pexels
Beth slipped in, her face glowing with a mixture of amusement and determination.
“You haven’t started yet?” she teased, rolling up her sleeves. “Come on. Let’s wash these dishes together and then go for a walk on the pier.”
I stared at her, completely floored. How did I get so lucky? A flood of emotions swept over me. It was clear now that Beth really did like me, enough to wash a mountain of dirty dishes so we could continue our date at the pier… how was I going to tell her this was all a test?
A thoughtful man | Source: Midjourney
The dishes clinked together as we scrubbed side by side, our elbows occasionally bumping. Guilt stabbed at me each time Beth smiled at me like this was the most natural thing in the world — standing in the back of a high-end restaurant, washing dishes after a first date.
I couldn’t stop stealing glances at her, wondering how someone like her could be so unaffected by everything.
After we finished, Beth wiped her hands on her dress, completely unfazed by the water spots. She looked at me with a playful gleam in her eyes.
A smiling woman in a restaurant kitchen | Source: Midjourney
“Well, I can’t say I expected to end up elbow-deep in suds tonight, but it wasn’t half bad. So, what now? Are we walking to the pier, or are you making me clean the kitchen, too?”
I chuckled, but the sound caught in my throat. I had to come clean with her. It was now or never.
“Beth, I have to tell you something,” I said, my voice a little too serious for the moment.
She tilted her head, her smile fading just a bit. “Okay…?”
A woman smiling uncertainly | Source: Midjourney
I took a breath, the truth ready to burst out of me. “I’m not a waiter. Well, I used to be, but not anymore. I’m actually the owner of this place. I own this restaurant and two others in the city.”
Beth blinked, her brows knitting together in confusion. “Wait… what?”
“The whole thing tonight was a setup,” I admitted, guilt creeping into my voice. “I wanted to see if you liked me for who I am, not for the money or the restaurant. I know it’s crazy, but I’ve been burned before, and didn’t want to risk it again.”
A guilty man | Source: Midjourney
For a moment, Beth just stood there, her expression unreadable. My heart pounded in my chest as the silence stretched on. Then, she crossed her arms and gave me a long, searching look.
“So, let me get this straight,” she finally said, her tone carefully neutral. “You lied to me all night because you thought I might be… what? A gold digger?”
I winced. “It wasn’t like that. I just… I’ve had bad experiences. But I like you so much… I just didn’t want to mess this up.”
Her gaze softened a little, but there was still a hurt flicker in her eyes.
A woman in a kitchen with a hurt expression | Source: Midjourney
“So, you were testing me.”
“I know it sounds terrible, and it is,” I said quickly, stepping closer. “But I had to be sure you liked me for me.”
Beth stood quietly for a moment, processing. Then she shook her head with a small, incredulous laugh.
“So… did I pass your test?”
I nodded earnestly, feeling the weight of the night lift off my shoulders. “With flying colors.”
A serious man | Source: Midjourney
She smiled back, and her playfulness quickly returned. “Oh, and for the record — your restaurant’s food isn’t that great. Next time, we’re going somewhere else, somewhere we won’t end up washing dishes, okay?”
I laughed, the sound echoing through the empty kitchen. “You got it.”
Here’s another story: At a family outing, my mother-in-law switched my mild chicken for an extra-spicy option, leaving me humiliated in a crowded restaurant. As my mouth burned and Linda smirked, I decided to plan a dinner that would teach her a lesson she’d never forget!
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
I Overheard My Husband Talking To My MIL About $10,000 and Our 3-Year-Old — What They Planned Shocked Me to My Core
They say betrayal doesn’t always come from enemies. Sometimes, it comes from the people you trust most. One night, I overheard my husband talking to his mother about our 3-year-old son — followed by a price tag. My blood ran cold as I unraveled what they were planning to do to my child behind my back.
Have you ever had a moment where everything you thought was solid suddenly felt like quicksand? When the people you trusted most revealed themselves to be complete strangers? That happened to me one Tuesday night, and I’m still shaking as I write this.
Portrait of an emotional woman | Source: Midjourney
Six years ago, I met Nathan during my final year of university. He was charming, kind, and seemed to understand me in a way no one else did. We had one of those whirlwind romances — the kind where you stay up all night talking, where every touch feels electric, and where you can’t imagine ever being with anyone else. Within a year, we were married.
I remember the night he proposed. We were walking through the park where we first met, and he turned to me with tears in his eyes.
“Amelia,” he whispered, “you make the world make sense. Before you, everything was just… noise. But now?” He dropped to one knee. “Now I hear music everywhere I go.”
My hands trembled as I said yes. If only I’d known then that the music would turn to discord.
Close-up cropped shot of a man slipping a ring onto a woman’s finger | Source: Unsplash
When our son Leo was born three years ago, I thought our life was complete. Sure, we had our struggles like any couple, but nothing major. At least, that’s what I told myself. Looking back, I should have seen the red flags, especially when it came to Nathan’s mother, Susie.
She moved in with us right after Leo’s birth, claiming she wanted to help. “Just for a few weeks,” she said.
Those weeks turned into months, and those months into years. She had her own house nearby, but somehow, our home had become hers. Nathan never questioned it. I tried to be understanding and be the perfect daughter-in-law.
But there was always this underlying doubt that Susie saw me as an outsider in my own family.
A senior woman smiling | Source: Midjourney
“Darling,” I said to Nathan, “don’t you think your mother might be more comfortable in her own home?”
He always brushed it off. “Mom just wants to be close to Leo. She’s family, Amelia. Why does it bother you so much?”
“Because sometimes I feel like I’m raising our son with her instead of you,” I replied, but he never seemed to hear the pain in my voice.
I let it go, never imagining they would betray me like this.
It was past nine when I got home that night. I’d been working late, trying to finish a project, and all I wanted was to kiss Leo goodnight and crawl into bed. The house was unusually quiet as I slipped off my shoes in the hallway.
Rear shot of a woman walking in the hallway | Source: Midjourney
I never meant to eavesdrop. Then I heard the whispers from the kitchen. At first, I thought I was imagining things. But then I recognized the voices.
My husband and his mother.
“Ten thousand dollars, Nathan. Think about what we could do with that,” Susie’s voice drifted from the kitchen.
A senior woman in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney
I froze with my hand still on my jacket zipper. They were speaking in hushed, urgent tones. I should have walked in and let them know I was home. But then I heard my name.
“But using Leo for this… I’m afraid Amelia will…” Nathan’s voice was hesitant.
My heart stopped. Using Leo for what?
“He’s perfect for it,” Susie insisted. “Young, charming, exactly what they’re looking for. And Amelia doesn’t need to know anything about it until it’s done.”
“She has no idea,” Nathan agreed. “And it’s better that way.”
An anxious man | Source: Midjourney
Every muscle in my body tensed and a chill ran down my spine. Better that way? What exactly were they planning to do with my son?
I should have burst into the kitchen right then, but something kept me rooted to the spot. Maybe it was shock or maybe some part of me needed to hear just how far they would go.
“We need to do this soon,” Nathan muttered. “Before she starts suspecting us.”
“Leo will be fine,” Susie reassured him. “You know this is the best thing for him. And it’s ten thousand dollars… for you. She doesn’t even have to know.”
A senior woman looking at someone in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney
Then my husband spoke again, softer this time. “I know, Mom. I just… I don’t know how she’ll react if she finds out.”
That’s when I found my voice. Stepping into the kitchen doorway, I flicked on the light.
“FIND OUT WHAT?”
They jumped like they’d been electrocuted. Nathan’s face went white, while Susie’s expression hardened into something I’d never seen before.
A startled man | Source: Midjourney
“AMELIA!” Nathan panicked. “You’re home early.”
“What were you planning to do with my son?”
The silence that followed was deafening. Nathan and Susie exchanged glances — those conspiratorial looks I’d grown to hate over the years.
Nathan’s eyes flickered to his mother before he forced a smile, his voice turning unnaturally casual. “Oh, babe, we were just discussing about that daycare program you mentioned. Mom thinks we should go ahead and enroll Leo before the spots fill up.”
Susie nodded way too fast. “Yes! That’s all it was. Nothing to worry about.”
Nothing to worry about? The pit in my stomach deepened.
A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney
“We’ll talk later,” Nathan said, his eyes never leaving his mom’s face.
I swallowed. “Yeah… of course.”
I tried to shake it off. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe it really was about daycare. But my gut wouldn’t let it go.
That night, after everyone had gone to bed, I did something I’d never done before — I checked Nathan’s phone. The message thread with his mother was right at the top.
“They just need one parent to sign. She doesn’t have to know.”
“They’re offering more for younger kids. Easy money.”
“I’ll handle it. Just get her signature on something and I’ll swap it out.”
A startled woman looking at her phone | Source: Midjourney
My stomach twisted so hard I thought I might be sick. I scrolled up. A company name caught my eye. I Googled it quickly. And to my shock, it was a modeling agency.
It was real. No scams or hidden dangers. But that wasn’t the point.
They had planned to forge my signature and use my son WITHOUT my consent. The worst part? Leo was already signed up.
I forced myself to breathe through the panic and shock. With trembling hands, I took screenshots of everything and emailed them to myself. Nathan had no idea what was coming.
A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney
Then I called my sister.
“Sarah,” I whispered into the phone, trying not to wake anyone. “I need help.”
“Amelia? What’s wrong? You sound terrible.”
The dam broke, and I sobbed quietly into the phone, explaining everything.
“Pack a bag,” she said after I explained everything. “Come stay with me. We’ll call a lawyer in the morning.”
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I choked out. “I trusted him, Sarah. I trusted both of them.”
“Listen to me, Amy. You’re stronger than you know. And Leo needs you to be strong right now.”
A sad woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
The next morning, I barely heard a word Nathan said. I waited until he was settled at the kitchen table with his coffee. Then, without a word, I slid my phone across to him.
The open messages stared back at him.
“Care to explain?” I demanded.
Nathan’s grip tightened around his mug. He picked up my phone and scrolled through the messages, his face paling with every line he read.
A man shaken to his core | Source: Midjourney
Susie stiffened a little but said nothing.
“Babe, I —”
“Don’t even try to spin this. You were going to sign Leo up for a modeling contract behind my back. And swap out my signature?”
Nathan ran a hand over his face. “It’s not like that.”
“Then tell me what it is like, Nathan.”
A furious woman with her arms crossed | Source: Midjourney
He hesitated. “Mom needed help.”
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Mom has gambling debts,” he confessed. “She’s about to lose her house. We needed the money fast —”
“So you decided to use our son as a cash machine? Without even talking to me?”
“I didn’t know how to tell you…”
“How about ‘Hey, honey, my mom’s in trouble, let’s discuss our options’?” I laughed bitterly. “But no, you and your mother decided to go behind my back and forge my signature instead.”
A distressed man | Source: Midjourney
“I was desperate!” Nathan fell to his knees, grabbing my hands. “Mom was talking about… about losing everything. I couldn’t let that happen!”
I yanked my hands away, my voice ice-cold. “And what about Leo? What about your son? Was your mother’s gambling addiction worth sacrificing his trust and safety?”
“Amelia, please —”
“We’re done.” I turned around. “I’ve already called a lawyer. I’m filing for divorce.”
“Don’t do this,” he begged, tears streaming down his face. “We can work this out. I’ll do anything.”
“It’s too late. You’ve already shown me who you really are.”
An angry woman pointing her finger at someone | Source: Midjourney
I didn’t just leave. I took everything. I froze our joint accounts, filed for full custody, and documented every lie and every text.
Nathan begged and apologized. But I never looked back… because a man who can betray me and our son deserves to lose everything.
That was six months ago. Today, I’m sitting in my new apartment, watching Leo play with his toys, completely unaware of how close he came to being used as a solution to his grandmother’s problems. The divorce is final, I have full custody, and Nathan isn’t allowed within 50 feet of us without supervision.
Oh, and the money they were so desperate for? Turns out Nathan took a loan to save his mother’s house… something he could have done from the beginning instead of trying to exploit our son.
A briefcase stashed with money | Source: Pexels
Last week, I ran into Nathan at the grocery store. He looked older and tired.
“How is he?” he asked softly, staring at the floor.
“He’s good,” I replied. “He started soccer. He loves it.”
“I miss him so much, Amelia. I miss you both.”
I felt a familiar ache in my chest, but it was duller now, more like an old scar than a fresh wound. “You should have thought about that before you chose your mother’s secrets over your son’s welfare.”
A heartbroken man holding his head | Source: Pixabay
But you know what? I’m glad this happened. Because sometimes it takes a crisis to show you who people really are. And while it hurts that my husband valued his mother’s gambling habits over his wife’s trust and his son’s well-being, I’m glad I learned the truth rather than live a lie.
As for me? I’m doing better than ever. Leo is thriving in his new preschool, I got a promotion at work, and most importantly, I sleep soundly at night knowing my son is safe from those who would use him for their own gain.
Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is walk away from the people who hurt you, even if they’re family. Especially if they’re family.
A mother hugging her little son | Source: Pexels
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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