Annabeth looked up at him, her expression calm, almost distant. “Dinner? Oh, I thought I’d leave that up to you. You wanted everything fifty-fifty, right?”

Levan blinked, confusion quickly turning to frustration. “What do you mean? You didn’t cook?”

“Nope,” she replied, her tone light but firm. “I’ve been busy with other things.”

He stood there for a moment, stunned. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to go. “But we always eat together. You always cook! What am I supposed to do now?”

Annabeth shrugged, an indifferent smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “I guess you could make yourself dinner, just like you suggested last night. After all, you’re the one paying for everything, right?”

Levan’s face turned red with irritation, but Annabeth wasn’t done yet. “Oh, and by the way, I’m splitting all the household chores now too. You’ll do the dishes, laundry, and everything else. It’s only fair, don’t you think?”

The words hit Levan like a slap. His mind raced as he realized just how far Annabeth had taken his suggestion of equality.

“I didn’t mean it like that…” he stammered.

She held up a hand. “You said you wanted fairness. Well, this is what it looks like.”

That night, for the first time in their marriage, Levan found himself alone, standing in front of the stove, wondering how to make dinner. The silence between them spoke volumes, and the reality of his words sank in. This wasn’t just about splitting expenses anymore.

Moral: Be careful what you ask for—sometimes, the balance you think you want might end up tipping in a direction you never expected.