It was a full gaming setup.
A high-end console. Accessories. A brand-new monitor. Headset. Controllers. Everything.
I felt my hands go cold.
There was no way.
I quietly pulled out my phone and began searching.
One item at a time.
My heart sank deeper with every price I saw.
Two thousand dollars.
He had spent two thousand dollars.
That night, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“We agreed on $500,” I said, my voice shaking despite my effort to stay calm. “I didn’t even spend an extra $20 on my son because of that agreement. And you spent… this?”
He barely looked up.
“My daughter comes from a previous marriage,” he said flatly. “She comes first.”
I stared at him, not fully understanding.
“Just like your son comes first for you.”
“That’s not true,” I said, my voice breaking. “I treat them equally. I thought we both did.”
He shrugged.
“If you don’t like it,” he added, “you can leave.”
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