When Kyra discovers, by accident, that her boyfriend, Henry, has been cheating on her, she goes completely numb. Until he sends her an invoice for everything that he had ever spent on her. Fueled by her anger, Kyra fights back, exposing Henry for who he is and asking for her monetary rewards in return.
We’ve all heard of crazy boyfriend or ex-boyfriend stories—I mean, when I was in college, it was a common sleepover story.
I’ve heard of the boyfriend who wanted to taste everything his girlfriend ate—before she did. And an ex-boyfriend who demanded that his ex-girlfriend help him study for finals because it was her fault that he wasn’t able to concentrate.
But I didn’t expect my relationship to turn into one of those stories.
I had been dating Henry for two years. We had met in college at a party and after a night of drunken conversation over fries, we ended up dating.
Our relationship wasn’t perfect—in fact, over the course of it, we had broken up three times.
“Come on, Kyra,” Henry said. “We either get back together or we break up for good.”
It was the defining moment in our relationship because Henry was the one who wanted to call the shots. He wanted us to stay together, and I wanted us to call it a day.
Over the years, Henry and I had gotten into enough fights, motivating me to turn to therapy to help me cope with the stress of it.
“And yet,” my friend Brent said, “you still remain with him.”
It was just another ordinary Friday evening and Henry had come over to my place. We were going to eat pizza and watch series until we fell asleep.
A few hours into the evening, Henry had fallen asleep on the couch and I casually reached over to grab his phone to check the time.
But I was completely unprepared for everything that followed.
Just as I picked up Henry’s phone, his screen lit up with a text message from another girl.
Hey, babe! See you later or are we meeting tomorrow?
“Hey, who’s this?” I asked, nudging him awake and handing him the phone with a puzzled look.
Henry snatched the phone from my hand in a fury, his face clouding over.
“Kyra, why are you reading my messages?” he snapped, his tone defensive.
“I was just looking for the time,” I stammered. “My phone is on charge in the kitchen. I wasn’t snooping or anything.”
Henry stood up, took a swig of his now room-temperature beer, and paced around my living room.
“This is my private stuff, Kyra,” he accused. “You shouldn’t be looking at all.”
Before I could process what was happening, Henry began putting his shoes on, and then he made a final decision about our relationship.
“I think we’re done here. I can’t trust you anymore!”
And with that, he left my apartment.
Stunned, I watched him leave. We were over in the blink of an eye after two years.
I couldn’t understand if I felt relief or devastation. I would miss Henry, of course, but at the same time—I didn’t think that this was the worst thing.
Henry had been emotionally manipulating me for a long time, but I had felt a familiarity with him. And that had made it easier to stay with him.
It was the comfort of being with a familiar person, despite the heartache that came with them.
I could hear my mother’s words loud in my head.
“Kyra,” she would say, “You’re too smart to be playing a game like this. Let go of the dead weight. Henry has been nothing but dead weight since your first big fight.”
And she would be correct.
I decided to take a shower, I needed to lull my body into a sense of relaxation so that I could just let go and sleep.
And then it truly dawned on me—the reason for the breakup now was because I had caught Henry cheating on me. At first, I was too stunned. I was stunned by the fact that he had walked out on me.
But I finally managed to realize that he had actually been dating another woman. And had no idea how long it had been going on for.
The thought was too much for me to comprehend. I had so many questions running through my mind—how long had Henry been cheating on me? Who was the other person? What would have happened if I hadn’t found out?
The next few days were a complete blur—I felt a sense of relief knowing that I was untied to Henry. But at the same time, I felt hollow and a bit raw.
I found myself crying—not for Henry, but for myself. And through it all, I couldn’t understand why I was so upset.
While making a cup of tea, an email pinged on my laptop, signaling me to my desk.
It was from Henry.
Hoping for an apology, I opened it immediately—only to find a detailed bill listing every single expense that Henry claimed to have incurred on my behalf over the duration of our relationship.
Kyra, please make the payment soon. I need to move on, and you need to make things right with me. I cannot believe I wasted so much time and money on you.
I saw red—a hazy fury took over my sight. My head pounded, and my heart was ready to burst with the flood of feelings that were unleashed by Henry’s email.
“This is insane!” I screamed at the screen.
I shut off my laptop and made myself some soup. Henry and his delusional state of mind could wait. I wasn’t going to pay anything back. I was done with him.
As I cut up some garlic bread, I had an idea.
My friend, Brent, who hated Henry—was a lawyer and he loved a challenge.
“Hey, it’s me,” I said, calling him while I waited for the soup to get ready. “I’ve got a bit of a situation with Henry, and I think I need to hit back with something clever.”
Brent was intrigued. He chuckled and asked me to explain.
“Tell me everything, Kyra,” he said.
The next day, I met Brent at a coffee shop, where we planned on thinking up the next step where I could get back at Henry.
Brent ordered us coffee and pastries, while I pulled up the email from Henry.
As we laid out his claims against my emotional tolls—the late-night anxiety, the therapy costs—he burst out laughing.
“This is actually genius. Let’s draft up a counter-invoice.”
Our response was meticulously calculated, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction sending it back to him.
This inspired me to start a blog about my journey of recovery and empowerment. To my surprise, the blog resonated with many, and soon, a publisher reached out with an interest in turning my experiences into a book.
On the other hand, Henry’s pursuit for repayment dwindled, especially once he realized the potential public fallout and legal ramifications.
“I cannot believe that you did that, Kyra,” Henry said. “People are messaging me constantly now. Why would you embarrass me like that? Why would you post the invoice I sent you? You owe me!”
I sat in front of the TV and let Henry vent on speaker.
I had absolutely no intention of explaining myself. My blog did expose him—and sure, I did post the invoice. But it was my way of healing through the entire ordeal.
But as always, Henry had to make it about himself. He commented on some of the blog posts, stating that I was yet to pay him for everything.
In reply, other readers let him have it—calling him out on his selfishness.
When Brent came over for dinner, he sat down and chuckled.
“Looks like Henry got the message,” Brent said. “He has dropped all demands. It seems like he just didn’t want to risk any further exposure.”
In the end, not only did I manage to counter his pettiness with strength, but I also carved out a new path for myself.
This wasn’t just about a breakup recovery—it was a rebirth.
What would you have done?
Mom Cries over Daughter’s Question About Santa, Which Her Late Husband Played Every Year, Until Suddenly Santa Walks In – Story of the Day
Lora is still mourning her husband, and his favorite holiday, Christmas, only reminds her of him. Lora still doesn’t know how to tell her daughter, Kira, that her father won’t return for Christmas. But just as she finds the courage to tell the truth, Santa appears to save Christmas.
Lora strolled through the bustling mall, the festive chaos around her contrasting sharply with the somber weight in her heart. Shoppers chatted and laughed, their carts brimming with holiday treasures.
Twinkling lights lined every window display, reflecting off glossy ornaments and casting a warm glow.
Familiar Christmas carols played over the loudspeakers, their cheerful tunes feeling almost intrusive to her melancholy.
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Sandra walked beside her, holding up decorations and chatting animatedly.
“Oh, Lora, look at this one!” she said, picking up a delicate glass ornament shaped like a snowflake. It caught the light, shimmering like it was dusted with frost.
Lora managed a faint smile and nodded. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured, but her gaze drifted to a shelf of Santa figurines nearby.
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Each one wore the same jolly expression, and their red suits and fluffy white beards were a painful reminder of John. A wave of sadness rolled over her, and she looked away, pretending to study something else.
Sandra noticed the shift in her friend’s demeanor. She put the ornament back on the shelf and touched Lora’s arm gently.
“You’ve been quiet all afternoon. Are you okay?”
Lora sighed, her shoulders slumping.
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“It’s just… this time of year was always so special for John. He loved Christmas, Sandra. Every year, he dressed up as Santa for Kira.
She’d be so excited to see him, running down the stairs to catch him by the tree. He made it magical for her. But this year…”
Her voice cracked, and she paused to steady herself.
“This year, he’s not here. Kira keeps asking when Father will come, and I don’t have the heart to tell her.”
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Sandra gave Lora’s arm a reassuring squeeze. “You haven’t told her yet?”
“No.” Lora shook her head, her voice trembling.
“She’s only six, Sandra. I told her John is working far away. I know it’s wrong, but I just… I can’t ruin her childhood. Not this year.”
Sandra frowned thoughtfully, her expression a mix of understanding and concern.
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“I get it, Lora. I really do. But you know she’ll have to find out someday. You can’t shield her from the truth forever.”
“I know,” Lora whispered, her eyes welling up with tears she fought to keep back.
“But not this Christmas. I just want her to be happy. Even if it’s only for a little while.”
Sandra wrapped an arm around Lora’s shoulders, pulling her into a gentle hug.
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“You’re stronger than you think, you know. And you’re not alone in this. We’re here for you.”
Lora nodded, her lips curving into a small, grateful smile.
“Thanks, Sandra. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
For a moment, the weight on her chest felt a little lighter, but the ache for John lingered, sharper than ever against the backdrop of Christmas cheer.
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Back at home, the cozy scent of pine needles filled the living room, mingling with the faint aroma of cookies baking in the oven.
Lora and Kira worked side by side, carefully unpacking the box of Christmas decorations that had been stored away since last year.
The tree, freshly chosen and standing tall in the corner, seemed to glow in the warm light of the room.
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“Mommy, look at this one!” Kira squealed, holding up a small, painted ornament shaped like a snowman. “It’s my favorite!”
Lora chuckled softly, taking the ornament and handing Kira a hook.
“You pick the perfect spot for it,” she said, watching as her daughter stretched onto her tiptoes to reach a branch.
Kira giggled as the ornament dangled crookedly on the lower part of the tree.
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She darted back to the box, grabbing handfuls of shiny ornaments and thrusting them toward Lora.
“Hurry, Mommy! We have to make it beautiful for Santa!”
Lora felt her heartache at Kira’s innocent excitement. She smiled and knelt by her daughter, helping her sort through the decorations.
“It’s already beautiful, sweetie. But you’re right. Santa deserves our best effort.”
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Kira twirled around, humming Christmas carols and bossing her mother around like a tiny foreman.
“Mommy, put the red one there! No, higher! And the shiny one next to it!”
Finally, Kira pulled out the glittery gold star from the bottom of the box. She held it up triumphantly.
“Now, Mommy, the star! Put it on top!”
Lora took the star and climbed a step stool to place it on the highest branch. When she stepped down, she turned to Kira.
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“What do you think? Is it perfect?”
Kira stepped back, her hands on her hips as she studied the tree.
Her eyes sparkled as she declared, “It’s almost perfect! But Santa will make it better when he comes!”
Lora froze, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. The warmth she felt moments ago was replaced by a sharp pang of sadness.
“Sweetheart, about Santa…” she began hesitantly.
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“I can’t wait to see him!” Kira interrupted, her excitement bubbling over.
“He always eats the cookies I make, and I always catch him by the stairs! He’ll come, right, Mommy?”
Lora bit her lip, her smile faltering. She knelt down and brushed a stray curl from Kira’s forehead.
“We’ll see, honey,” she said softly, her voice trembling.
“Now, let’s add the candy canes.”
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How could she explain that John — her husband, Kira’s Santa — wouldn’t be coming this year?
Lora sighed and stood, forcing a smile as she joined Kira by the tree. For now, she decided, she would hold onto this moment of happiness, even if it was bittersweet.
Christmas Eve arrived with a quiet magic filling the house. The string lights cast a soft, golden glow across the living room, reflecting off the ornaments on the Christmas tree.
The air was sweet with the scent of freshly baked cookies, which Kira carefully arranged on a festive plate.
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She set it on the hearth, next to a glass of milk, her face glowing with anticipation.
“Now we wait,” Kira whispered, her excitement bubbling over as she grabbed her favorite blanket and snuck behind the staircase. It was her favorite spot for spying on Santa.
Lora stood back, watching her daughter with a mixture of love and guilt. Kira’s absolute belief that Santa would come made the lump in Lora’s throat harder to swallow.
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How could she break her daughter’s heart by telling her the truth? She smoothed her hands on her sweater and walked over, kneeling next to Kira.
“Kira, sweetheart,” Lora began softly, her voice careful. “Maybe Santa will come later. Why don’t you go to bed and let him surprise you in the morning?”
“No, Mommy!” Kira protested, her little face scrunching with determination. “I always see him when he comes. He has to come.”
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Lora felt her resolve falter, tears stinging her eyes. There was no avoiding it now. She gently took Kira’s hand in hers, her own trembling slightly.
“Kira,” she began again, her voice heavy with emotion, “there’s something I need to tell you about Santa and Daddy…”
But before the words could leave her mouth, the faint sound of footsteps filled the room. Lora froze, her breath hitching.
There, a figure in a red suit knelt down, reaching for a cookie.
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“Santa!” Kira squealed, leaping from her hiding spot and flinging herself into his arms. “You came!”
The man in the Santa suit chuckled heartily, his belly shaking. “Oh, you caught me again, little one! Ho ho ho!” he said, his voice rich and warm.
Lora stared, her heart pounding as Sandra appeared in the doorway wearing an elf costume, her face lit with a mischievous grin.
Lora’s breath caught as the realization dawned. This was Rick, her brother, Sandra’s husband, playing Santa.
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Kira’s laughter rang through the living room, filling the space with a joy Lora hadn’t heard in what felt like forever.
Kira tugged on Santa’s red sleeve, her excitement bubbling over.
“Did you like the cookies? I helped Mommy bake them!” she said proudly.
Santa, Rick in disguise, chuckled warmly and nodded.
“They’re the best cookies I’ve had all year! You must be quite the baker, little one,” he said, his deep voice perfectly mimicking the jolly character.
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“And have you been a good girl this year?”
“Oh, yes! The best!” Kira exclaimed, nodding vigorously. She bounced on her toes, her wide eyes filled with wonder.
“Santa, did you see our tree? Isn’t it the prettiest?”
“It’s the most beautiful tree I’ve ever seen,” Santa replied, leaning down with a twinkle in his eye.
Lora stood a few feet away, frozen in place. Her heart swelled with gratitude and emotion as she watched the scene unfold.
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Tears threatened to spill over as Sandra walked over to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“Don’t worry,” Sandra whispered, her voice soft but reassuring. “It’s Rick. We figured Kira didn’t need the truth this year — not yet.”
Lora turned to her friend, her vision blurry with tears. “Thank you,” she managed to say, her voice breaking.
“Thank you for this.”
Sandra gave her a comforting squeeze.
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“Lora, you’re not alone. John may be gone, but we’re still here. You have us. We’ll always be here for you, especially when you need us the most.”
At that moment, Kira ran back to her mother, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Mommy! Santa said my tree is the best one he’s seen!”
Lora knelt, pulling her daughter into a tight hug.
She kissed Kira’s forehead. “It is,” she whispered.
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“And you’re the best little girl Santa could ever visit.”
As the evening wore on, Sandra and Rick stayed to share hot cocoa and stories by the tree. For the first time in months, Lora felt a glimmer of peace.
The ache of John’s absence lingered, but the love surrounding her dulled the edges of her pain.
She realized Sandra was right. There would come a day when Kira needed to know the truth, but tonight wasn’t that day. Tonight, the magic of Christmas remained intact.
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When Sandra and Rick finally left, Lora hugged her friend tightly. “I’ll never forget this,” she said softly.
“Thank you for reminding me I’m not alone.”
Sandra smiled warmly. “That’s what family is for.”
Later, as Lora tucked Kira into bed, she held her daughter’s hand a little longer, watching her drift into a peaceful sleep.
The pain of loss was still there, but so was love — enduring and abundant. Christmas, she thought, was about moments like this.
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