I Gave Her a Fortune, She Gave My Parents Lies

As soon as I receive my year-end bonus, I transfer 100 thousand dollars to my wife, Zoe Steele, so that she can prepare the holiday gifts for both families right away. I even tell her to buy the best quality gifts for our parents, especially the box of premium liquor meant for my dad.

On New Year's Eve, I rush home to have dinner with my parents. But weirdly enough, Dad, who's an avid drinker, starts having tea instead of liquor at the dining table.

This leaves me perplexed. "Dad, why aren't you cracking open a bottle of liquor for yourself during the holidays?"

With a smile on my face, I get up to my feet so that I can carry the box of liquor over.

"Zoe had someone buy the liquor for you, you know. I hear that the taste is exceptional."

"Stop!"

Dad slams his pipe against the table loudly, his face a starking shade of crimson.

"Edgar, don't ever send such gifts home. I know that life is difficult for you in the city and that making money is hard. We Kennedys may be poor, but we are people with pride!

"Now, everyone in the village is gossiping about us behind our backs! They claim that I've been boasting about your wealth!"

Dad's words confuse me to no end. After I unscrew a bottle of liquor, I sip from it, only to feel thunderstruck.

This isn't premium liquor at all! This is just mineral water packaged as liquor!

The dining table had gone silent.

"Son, come with me."

Mom led me to the backyard and pushed open the storage shed. In the corner, more than a dozen cases of identical premium liquor bottles sat stacked neatly. Some of the boxes were already damp and moldy, while others were covered in spiderwebs.

These were the New Year gifts I had asked my wife, Zoe Steele, to arrange over the past three years.

"Wh-What is all this?" My voice came out hoarse. My throat was tight.

Mom sighed. "The first year you sent them back, your father was thrilled. He called your uncles over to celebrate with a drink.

"But the moment he poured the liquor, everyone's face fell. Your father refused to believe it. He insisted his taste was off and opened another bottle. The result was the same."

She was crying again. "After that, every New Year and holiday, you kept sending liquor back. Your father was terrified of hurting you, of embarrassing you in front of everyone, so he never said a word.

"He hid all these bottles here and told everyone he was saving them for special occasions. People in the village have been talking behind our backs, saying you made it big in the city and learned to deceive your own parents."

My hands were shaking. The bottle I held dug painfully into my palm.

However, Zoe had told me this liquor came from special factory connections. She said she had pulled strings to