My Husband Gifted Me a Christmas Present That Outraged Me – Next Year, I Plotted a Revenge

Some gifts warm the heart. My husband’s Christmas present? It ignited a fire of rage. I spent the next year plotting the perfect revenge, and when he unwrapped his gift, the look on his face was my real Christmas present.

Have you ever received a gift that made your stomach drop and your blood boil at the same time? I’m not talking about an ugly sweater or a fruit cake nobody wants. I mean the kind of present that makes you question if the person who gave it to you knows you at all. Or worse, if they even care. What my husband Murphy did one Christmas had me planning revenge for an entire year.

Presents under a Christmas tree | Source: Unsplash

Presents under a Christmas tree | Source: Unsplash

Money was always tight in our household.

Murphy worked at the metal fabrication plant downtown, pulling double shifts that left his hands calloused and his back aching. He’d come home smelling of metal shavings and machine oil, proud of providing for our family but too tired to notice anything else.

Meanwhile, I cobbled together an income tutoring kids in math and watching the neighbors’ children, which wasn’t much but helped keep food on the table and the lights on. Between mortgage payments and growing teenagers, we pinched every penny until it screamed.

A woman putting a coin in a piggy bank | Source: Pexels

A woman putting a coin in a piggy bank | Source: Pexels

We had a mutual agreement about Christmas: we’d scrape together enough for presents for our girls and our parents, but nothing for each other. It worked for 16 years of our marriage until Murphy decided to change the rules without warning me first.

“Susan! Come here, I got something for you!” Murphy’s voice boomed through our small house one evening, ten days before Christmas.

The excitement in his voice made me drop the math worksheet I was grading for little Tommy, who still couldn’t quite grasp long division.

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A man smiling | Source: Midjourney

I wiped my hands on my apron and walked into the living room.

There he stood, grinning like a kid who’d just found the cookie jar, with a massive box wrapped in sparkly paper that must have cost at least $5 a roll.

“What’s this about?” I asked, my heart racing.

The box was huge, nearly reaching my waist, and wrapped with unusual care for a man who typically considered tape and newspaper to be good enough for any package.

A huge gift box near a Christmas tree | Source: Midjourney

A huge gift box near a Christmas tree | Source: Midjourney

“It’s your Christmas present! I know we don’t do this usually, but I wanted to do something special this year. Something big!”

“Murphy, we can’t afford—”

“Just wait till Christmas Eve, Sus! You’re gonna love it! I promise you’ve never gotten anything like this before.”

I had no idea how right he was.

A woman sitting on the couch and looking up | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting on the couch and looking up | Source: Midjourney

Our daughters, Mia and Emma, peeked around the corner with their art supplies, giggling like they used to when they were little, not the teenagers they’d become.

“Dad’s been so secretive about it,” Mia whispered. “He wouldn’t even let us help wrap it!”

“He spent forever in the garage getting it ready, Mom!” Emma added, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

That should have been my first warning sign.

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Two cheerful teenage girls smiling | Source: Pexels

For the next ten days, that box sat under our Christmas tree, taunting me. Every time I walked past it, I’d try to guess what could be inside.

Maybe Murphy had saved up all year for something special. Maybe he’d noticed me eyeing that velvety quilt in the store window, or remembered me mentioning how much I missed having a nice television set since ours broke last spring.

Sometimes I’d catch him staring at the box with this proud little smile, like he’d solved all the world’s problems with whatever was inside.

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A man looking at something | Source: Midjourney

Christmas Eve arrived with a flurry of activity. Our girls were sprawled on the floor by the tree, while Murphy’s parents settled onto our worn couch that had seen better days.

His mother, Eleanor, kept shooting me knowing looks, while his father, Frank, nursed his usual cup of coffee with a splash of whiskey.

The room smelled of cinnamon and pine, thanks to the three cookie-scented candles I’d splurged on at the dollar store. Christmas carols played softly on our old radio. And outside, the neighbors’ lighting display cast multicolored shadows through our windows as I set a tray of brownies on the table.

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A woman holding a wooden tray of brownies | Source: Pexels

“Open it, Mom!” Emma squealed. “It’s the biggest present under the tree! Even bigger than the one Dad got for Grandma!”

Murphy nodded encouragingly, his work boots tapping against the carpet in an excited rhythm. “Go ahead, Sus. Show everyone what Santa brought you.”

My fingers trembled as I unwrapped the paper, trying to savor the moment. The girls leaned forward, and I lifted the lid.

My heart stopped.

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

“A vacuum cleaner?” I whispered, staring at the box with its cheerful product photos showing all its “amazing features.”

“Top of the line!” Murphy beamed. “I already tested it in the garage… works like a dream! Gets all the metal shavings right up! Even does the corners!”

The girls exchanged glances before bursting into giggles. Eleanor pressed her lips together so hard they nearly disappeared, while Frank suddenly became very interested in the contents of his coffee mug, probably wishing he’d added more whiskey.

A vacuum cleaner on the floor | Source: Pexels

A vacuum cleaner on the floor | Source: Pexels

“Oh, and when you’re done with it in here,” Murphy added, still grinning like he’d just given me the crown jewels, “make sure to put it back in the garage. That’s where it’ll live most of the time. The suction on this baby is perfect for my workspace! No more metal dust anywhere!”

I fled to our bedroom, but Murphy followed, his heavy footsteps echoing behind me like thunder. I burst into tears as soon as he closed the door, the sound of Christmas carols mocking me from downstairs.

“A vacuum cleaner? Seriously? Your first Christmas gift to me in 16 years is a VACUUM CLEANER?”

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A shocked woman covering her mouth | Source: Midjourney

“What’s wrong with that? It’s practical. Do you know how much these things cost? It’s top of the line!”

“Practical? You bought yourself a garage vacuum and wrapped it up as my Christmas present! You might as well have gift-wrapped a mop and bucket!”

“Don’t be dramatic, Susan. It’s for the whole family—”

“A $5 bracelet would have meant more! Just something that showed you thought of me as your wife and NOT your MAID! Something that said ‘I love you,’ not ‘Here’s another way to clean up after everyone!’”

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An angry man frowning | Source: Midjourney

His face darkened, jaw clenching like it did when the bills came due.

“You’re acting like a spoiled princess. Remember where you came from. Your folks are farmers! Do they even know what a vacuum cleaner is?! At least I’m thinking about upgrading our home!”

“Get out!” I roared. “GET. OUT.”

“Fine,” he snapped, yanking the door open. “You’re being ridiculous. It’s a good gift! Most wives would be grateful! Because presents are something a family could use, not what you would want.”

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An angry woman holding her head | Source: Pexels

That night, I slept on the couch, wrapped in rage and heartache. Through the thin walls, I could hear Murphy telling his parents I was being “selfish” about the whole thing.

Eleanor’s murmured response was too quiet to make out, but Frank’s grunt of disapproval came through clearly.

As I lay there in the dark, watching the neighbors’ Christmas lights dance across our ceiling, a plan began to form in my head. Revenge, they say, is a dish best served cold, or in this case, wrapped in glittery paper and waiting an entire year.

Christmas lights shining through a window curtain | Source: Unsplash

Christmas lights shining through a window curtain | Source: Unsplash

I smiled into the darkness, already calculating how much I’d need to save from my tutoring money to make it perfect.

The following Christmas, I invited every relative within driving distance. Aunts, uncles, cousins — anyone who might appreciate a good show.

Murphy grumbled about the expense until he spotted his gift under the tree. It was the biggest box of all, wrapped in paper that cost $10 a roll this time.

“What’s this?” he asked, eyes lighting up like a child’s.

“Just a little something special. You do so much for us, honey. I wanted this Christmas to be MEMORABLE!”

A huge gift box against the backdrop of a Christmas tree | Source: Midjourney

A huge gift box against the backdrop of a Christmas tree | Source: Midjourney

“Mom went shopping all by herself,” Mia chimed in. “She wouldn’t even tell us what it is! But she looked so happy when she came home.”

“Cost a pretty penny too,” I added, watching Murphy’s eyes grow wider.

He spent the next few days shaking the box when he thought no one was looking, like a kid trying to guess what Santa brought.

Christmas Eve arrived again. Our living room was packed with family, all eyes on Murphy as he approached his present.

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Guests in a room | Source: Pexels

Aunt Martha perched on the armrest of the couch, while Uncle Bill and his three kids crowded around the fireplace.

Even cousin Pete, who never came to family gatherings, had shown up after I hinted there would be some “holiday entertainment.”

“Open it, Dad!” Emma urged, her phone ready to record the moment. “The suspense is killing everyone!”

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A teenage girl smiling | Source: Pexels

The gift wrapper fell away. Murphy’s face went from excitement to confusion to HORROR as he stared at the industrial-sized case of toilet paper in the box.

It was premium four-ply, with “extra soft comfort” plastered across the box in cheerful letters, and “perfect for home AND workshop use!” printed in bold red.

“What is this?” he sputtered, “TOILET PAPER??”

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A pile of toilet paper | Source: Unsplash

I stood up, channeling my best game show host voice.

“It’s premium four-ply toilet paper! Because Christmas isn’t about what we want, it’s about what the family needs. Right, honey? And this will be perfect for the bathroom AND your garage! I even got the industrial size, since you love practical gifts so much!”

Our daughters doubled over laughing. Aunt Martha choked on her eggnog. Uncle Bill slapped his knee so hard it echoed, while his kids collapsed in fits of giggles. Cousin Pete actually fell off his chair.

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A young man sitting on a chair and laughing | Source: Pexels

“Who gives their husband toilet paper for Christmas?” Murphy’s face turned scarlet as he looked around the room full of amused relatives.

I smiled angelically. “Who gives their wife a vacuum cleaner?”

He stormed upstairs, muttering under his breath, while the family erupted in laughter and approval. Even Eleanor gave me a subtle high-five when no one was looking.

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A furious man yelling | Source: Midjourney

“Well played, Susan,” Frank chuckled, raising his coffee mug in salute. “Well played indeed. Maybe next year he’ll think twice about ‘practical’ gifts.”

That was five years ago. Murphy hasn’t mentioned Christmas presents since, and “selfish” has mysteriously disappeared from his vocabulary.

But just in case he ever gets another bright idea about “practical” gifts, I keep a special shelf in the closet, ready for next year’s wrapping paper. Sometimes the best revenge isn’t served cold, it’s served with a bow on top, and maybe some premium four-ply toilet paper to wrap it in.

A roll of toilet paper wrapped in golden satin ribbon | Source: Midjourney

A roll of toilet paper wrapped in golden satin ribbon | Source: Midjourney

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.

Once One of the Most Handsome Men, This Hollywood Legend, 88, Lives Reclusively after a Stroke amid His Kids’ Bitter Feud

Following a stroke, a well-known Hollywood celebrity who was formerly regarded as one of the most attractive men leads a reclusive existence. His children had been at odds for a long time during his health scare.

This attractive French actor,88, who was once praised as one of the most beautiful men in the world, leads a very different life now that he is no longer in the limelight of Hollywood.

After sadly suffering a stroke in 2019, the “Flic Story” artist, who is aware of how “handsome” he is, lives a reclusive life at his house. This happened a few weeks following his honorary Palme d’Or acceptance in Cannes, France.

His mansion is situated behind a magnificent stone wall that stretches 2.4 miles (2.3 km) and is part of the expansive estate known as La Brûlerie. It is situated in the Loreit department of central France, close to the Douchy-Montcorbon commune, at a distance of 86.99 miles (140 km) southeast of Paris.

Sources claim that this is not just the actor’s house but also the location of his dream burial, next to a chapel on the grounds of a cemetery he constructed. More than thirty of his cherished hounds are laid to rest in this cemetery.

Despite having France as his home base, sources indicate that the reclusive divides his time between his Douchy home, his apartment in Geneva, and his workstation in Paris.

The French sensation has been handling a tense family matter in addition to choosing his final resting place. His three children are at conflict with one another.

Based on their father and his possessions, his two sons and daughter have engaged in public arguments, leveled allegations, and pursued legal actions. The public nature of their arguments has brought the actor’s kids a lot of media attention.

So much so that Christophe Ayela, their father’s attorney, has made an effort to mediate a ceasefire between them. “It must end, and everyone must become calm. That’s enough for now, reprimanded Christopher.

The fact that the “Purple Noon” actor, whose kids attest to this, is aware of their argument and has made it quite evident that he has a favorite child adds even more nuance to the family conflict.

He had earlier said, “I have a daughter who is the love of my life, maybe a little too much in comparison to the others.”

In 2008, he claimed, “I have said I love you to no other woman so often.” Observant viewers speculate that the father may see his sons as competitors, which could explain their tense relationship. This theory is supported by the father’s own remarks and other observations.

The actress’s kid has made public her intense affection for her father, much like her devoted father. She recently sent a heartfelt homage to him on Instagram, providing followers with an update on the actor’s health.

She wrote a touching note in French and included it with a photo of her father. That caption says, “Friday morning I took a picture of my dad,” in English. for myself. A remembrance of our times. Breakfast with him fills me with unending gratitude. A singularly lovely moment.

She continued by praising his looks, describing him as “handsome” and emphasizing his “vivid” and “fighting” attitude. “My personal eternal,” she penned.

“I showed the image to him. As his audience who is interested in him, I asked him if I may share it with you. Thus, it is here with his consent. “Don’t worry,” he responds to your concerns. #love,” the actor’s daughter said.

It’s none other than Alain Delon, the legendary French casanova about whom admirers have been worrying and who has been leading a secluded life. Many of Alain’s admirers responded to his daughter Anouchka Delon’s Instagram photo by leaving comments on the platform.

As always, he is stunning and gorgeous. Please remain by his side; he needs you more than anybody. I know you adore your father and are very protective of him, a fan exclaimed. Actor Gilles Marini, who is also French, said, “Remain near.brimming with affection. Nothing more is important.

Even though Anouchka and her brothers, Anthony and Alain-Fabien Delon, have not always agreed on everything, they both agree that their father’s financial and medical needs must be met.

According to a French news source earlier this month, Alain’s children banded together in March to demand that their father be put under a “reinforced curatorship.” Alain was previously placed under judicial protection for “medical monitoring” prior to this action.

According to the article, their request was granted as of April 4. This implies that a “curator” will be designated to supervise Alain’s finances and act, effectively, on his behalf with regard to matters pertaining to his possessions and, occasionally, his healthcare needs.

Nobody has confirmed the identity of this curator as of yet. It’s unclear if it will be Hiromi Rollin—who the news source called Alain’s “lady in waiting”—or one of his children.

What will happen to Alain’s business, Alain Delon International Diffusion SA, of which he is the President and Anouchka is the Vice President, is another concern. As the curatorship request has been approved, Alain will no longer be able to make decisions in that role.

Nevertheless, Alain is more concerned with the here and now than the minutiae. He revealed in a 2021 interview that he wanted to make one last picture, which he believes has the potential to be his best to date.

The “Borsalino” actor said, “In my life what I loved most was being Alain Delon, the actor Alain Delon,” to end the conversation.

“Observe Purple Noon and Rocco [And His Brothers]!Every woman was enamored with me. Alain described himself as an attractive performer in a prior statement. “From when I was 18 till when I was 50.”

Alain is said to have discovered his attraction to women in the 1950s when on a trip to Saint-Germain-des-Prés with a buddy. “I became aware that everybody was staring at me. Women started to inspire me. To them, I owe everything. Alain said, “They were the ones who motivated me to look better than everyone else.”

Alain made it his mission to “look better than anyone else,” going so far as to claim the title of “most seductive man in cinema” at the age of 25, and he was even compared to Brigitte Bardot in terms of appearance. One of the biggest “It” girls in the history of film, the French star is widely recognized.

Her famous roles in many silver-screen movies have earned her recognition and admiration. Playboy, a popular platform for showcasing stunning celebrities, had elevated the French blonde beauty to the top of the list of the 20th century’s most attractive female stars.

She is even regarded by certain media sources as the greatest “It” girl of all time. In addition to her attractive appearance, Brigitte is well-known for her pouffy lips. She ranked fourth on Playboy’s list of the sexiest female stars.

Her seductive confidence and alluring personality also earned her the title of most watched star in her native nation. In addition to her accomplishments as an actor and general entertainment, Brigitte has developed a strong reputation as an enthusiastic supporter of animal rights.

Regarding her private life, the well-liked celebrity, better known by her stage as BB, is a mother of one child and has been wed to Bernard d’Ormale for 31 years. Media sources claim that the pair married in secret in August 1992, inviting just a small number of friends to share in their big day.

Since then, the couple has been happily married. When Brigitte and Bernard got married for the first time, acquaintances of the “Contempt” singer informed a news outlet that the abrupt and covert marriage had made her happier than she had been in a long time.

It’s interesting to note that Brigitte’s friends weren’t sure she would get married again after her first spouse died. Nevertheless, the couple lived together in Brigitte’s opulent ten-bedroom mansion in Saint-Tropez after being married in a charming tiny wooden chapel in Norway.

Bernard has supported Brigitte ever since they first met, particularly during her health problems. Brigitte’s knight in shining armor promptly reassured the extremely alarmed audience that she was okay when French newspapers announced for the first time in 1992 that their adored celebrity had supposedly overdosed on sedatives while at home.

“Brigitte was overwhelmed with fatigue and took too much medication to go to sleep,” he clarified.After a few hours, she was fine and had not had her stomach pumped.”

Bernard’s claim that his wife was okay was further corroborated by a representative for the clinic where Brigitte was brought. Years after her sedative scare, Brigitte was confronted with yet another health issue.

Bernard attested to Brigitte’s breathing difficulties earlier this year. Fortunately, first responders came to her aid right away, gave her oxygen, and stayed with her to make sure everything was alright.

Bernard cited an intense heatwave that was sweeping through Europe at the time to support his explanation that his wife’s respiratory issues were age- and weather-related. It seems that their La Madrague home’s air conditioning system was not operating at its best.

Brigitte had assured the public that she was fine, but a news source had said that she had remained in the intensive care unit. But in a handwritten message, the “A Very Private Affair” star corrected the record, saying, “I want to reassure everyone.” I’m doing great right now. The disease that I contracted was a source of scandal for the press.

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