With that, I calmly picked up my purse and turned to leave. But in a final act of defiance, I leaned over and whispered, “Oh, and by the way, I wouldn’t have let you pay for me even if you’d offered. I’m way too good for you.”

As I walked out of the restaurant, I heard the whispers of other diners. Some of them even clapped softly, offering me their silent support. It was a small, yet significant, victory. Outside, the night air was cool and refreshing, and I felt lighter than I had in a long time.

In the days that followed, I found myself reflecting on the experience. I realized that what had initially felt like a humiliating defeat had transformed into empowerment. I had faced cruelty head-on and emerged stronger.

Interestingly, I received a message from him a week later. He apologized awkwardly, citing a “bad day” and claiming that he didn’t mean what he said. But I didn’t bother replying. I knew better. His apology wasn’t for me; it was for himself, a feeble attempt to assuage his guilt.

I moved on, wiser and more self-assured. I continued to embrace the things and people that brought joy into my life, leaving no room for negativity. In the end, it was clear: the best revenge was living well and knowing my worth, regardless of anyone else’s opinion.