In week two, I decided to have a little fun with the whole situation. I wrote out my purchases, but this time, I added a bit of creative flair to each one.

“Organic avocados – $7.99. Because our twins are going to grow up to be strong, healthy leaders, and you can’t do that without premium guacamole.”

“Baby wipes – $10.99. To ensure our babies’ delicate skin stays soft and rash-free, because I’m not here for diaper rashes on my watch.”

“Scented candles – $15.99. I need peace in the chaos, and I know how much you love walking into a house that smells like lavender heaven.”

“Coffee – $12.99. Because while YOU may not be getting any sleep, someone needs to stay awake and functional. I’m sure you’ll thank me for that later.”

Marcus didn’t say much at first, but by the end of the week, I could tell he was getting more and more irritated. I had even started to leave little sarcastic notes beside my receipts.

“Extra-large bottle of hand sanitizer – $5.99. Because I know you’re not washing your hands every time, so someone has to keep the germs at bay.”

When he finally confronted me, his face red with frustration, I couldn’t help but smile.

“Emily,” he said, barely able to keep his voice steady, “This is ridiculous. I don’t need explanations for every little thing you buy.”

I looked at him with sweet innocence. “Well, darling, you did ask for detailed justifications. I’m just following the rules you set up.”

Marcus paused, his expression changing as he realized what was happening. He sighed, realizing his little “experiment” had backfired in the most hilarious way.

“You know, Emily, maybe I overreacted,” he muttered.

I gave him a smile that was sweet but loaded with meaning. “Maybe you did, honey. Now, let’s talk about those groceries you spent $150 on last week without telling me a thing about it.”

He groaned and sat down, defeated.

And just like that, I had my revenge—without even having to raise my voice.