108 gifts. High-end daily necessities. Top-tier luxury items. Watches, limited edition belts, designer suits.
Not one had ever reached my hands.
A flicker of panic darted through Tessa's eyes. Gone in an instant—but I caught it.
"Audrey, enough!" Tessa's tone turned frantic. "Oliver isn't materialistic. There's just a misunderstanding between us. I can handle it."
To the crowd, she sounded like a devoted wife protecting her husband's dignity.
I knew better. She was protecting her lie.
"You act so tough for a man who lives off a woman," Audrey sneered. "Tessa told me about your... issues. That's why she asked me to buy that lingerie set last week. She wanted to surprise you on New Year's Eve..."
The rest faded into a dull buzz.
So the snowman photo was just the appetizer.
The main course had been hidden beneath it all along.
"Audrey, shut up!" Tessa's composure cracked.
Too late.
Audrey pulled out her phone and opened her chat history with Tessa, holding the screen up for me to see.
"Read it, Oliver. 'Audrey, this is the style he likes. Make sure the gift box is engraved: To my beloved Hubby.'"
On screen: explicit, sheer lingerie.
A chill ran down my spine.