The Gift That Wasn't

The dinner table fell into a dead silence.

“Sweetheart, come with me.”

Mom led me to the backyard and pushed open the storage room door. In the corner were more than a dozen neatly stacked cases of the exact same whisky. Some were damp and moldy, others were covered in cobwebs.

These were all the New Year’s gifts I had my husband, Kevin Zane, buy over the past three years.

“W-What is this?” My voice came out dry. My throat was tight.

Mom heaved a sigh. “The first year you sent them, your dad was thrilled. He even invited your uncles over to drink. But the moment the liquor was poured, everyone’s expressions changed.

“Your dad didn’t believe it. He insisted it was just his taste being off and opened another bottle, but it was the same result.”

As she spoke, tears started falling again. “After that, you kept sending liquor every holiday. Your dad was afraid you’d be hurt and was worried about your pride, so he never told you. He just hid all the bottles here and told everyone he couldn’t bear to drink them.

“People in the village have been talking behind our backs, saying now that you’ve made it in the big city, you’ve learned to buy fakes to fool even your own parents!”

My hands trembled. The bottle dug painfully into my palm.

However, Kevin had clearly told me that he got these bottles of liquor as a special supply directly from the original factory through his connections. How could they be fake? If the liquor was fake…

What about the 10,000 dollars I gave him every year? What was it actually spent on?

I took a deep breath, forcing down the urge to smash everything. I pulled out my phone and called Kevin.

“The number you have dialed has been switched off.”

Switched off?

He told me he would be on duty this year. How could his phone be off?

Then, it hit me. In the past few years, he had always said he wanted to spend more time with his parents and suggested we celebrate separately. Three years of marriage and we had never spent one New Year's together.

Back at the table, when I saw my parents’ cautious, guilty expressions, my heart twisted in pain. I forced a smile and explained, “Dad, Mom, this is on me. We tried to save money and ended up buying from an unreliable seller. We got scammed with fake goods.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get a refund and make it right. I’ll get you the real thing.”

After finally settling them down to sleep, I called Kevin again. This time, he picked up.

From the other end came the sound of cards being shuffled, and a woman’s sweet, flirtatious laughter.

“I won! Pay up, pay up!”

Then, there came Kevin’s impatient voice. “What is it, Zeena? I’m busy. Got a ton of reports to fill out. It’s so annoying.”

My grip tightened around the phone as my knuckles turned white. I took a deep breath. “It’s nothing. I just wanted to ask where exactly did you buy the liquor for my parents?”