Thanksgiving should’ve brought warmth, not war — but when Bethany uncovers Larry’s hidden decisions, the living room becomes a battlefield. Secrets, shock, and a simmering turkey… and only one question remains: Can trust survive a holiday surprise?
INT. LIVING ROOM – THANKSGIVING MORNING
The tension in the house is thicker than the Thanksgiving turkey in the oven.
Bethany storms in, eyes blazing with fury.
INT. KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS
Larry looks up from his phone, startled.
BETHANY
(fuming, slams hand on counter)
Larry! I can’t believe you!
LARRY
(confused, nervous)
Bethany… what’s wrong? Calm down, please.
BETHANY
Calm down?!
You let Greg into the house without telling me! 😳
Do you know what could’ve happened? And you let him meet Brooke?!
How could you make such a huge decision without consulting me?!
Larry runs a hand through his hair, trying to steady himself.
LARRY
Bethany, it wasn’t like that. Greg needed to talk to Brooke, and I thought… maybe it was a chance for them to clear the air.
Bethany takes a deep breath, trying to stay controlled, though her anger burns.
BETHANY
Larry, that’s not your decision alone!
You didn’t even tell me!
How am I supposed to feel safe or respected in my own home if you make decisions behind my back?! 😤
Larry opens his mouth, but Bethany raises her hand sharply.
BETHANY
And as if THAT wasn’t enough…
You invited Sharra to Thanksgiving 🦃 without telling me?!
Are you serious?!
Larry’s face falls.
LARRY
I thought you’d be okay with it. I didn’t mean to upset you.
Bethany throws her hands up, frustrated.
BETHANY
Not okay with it?!
This is about respect and communication!
You’ve been keeping secrets and making choices that affect BOTH of us without saying a word.
That’s not how a partnership works!
Larry steps closer, lowering his voice.
LARRY
Bethany… you’re right. I should’ve told you. I messed up.
Bethany shakes her head, still hurt.
BETHANY
This isn’t a ‘small mistake,’ Larry.
Greg is someone I barely trust, and letting him in without me knowing is reckless.
And meeting Brooke? That could’ve blown up into something huge!
Then you throw Sharra into Thanksgiving like it’s no big deal?! 😤
You can’t make these choices alone!
Larry looks genuinely remorseful.
LARRY
You’re right. I see that now.
I should’ve been upfront with you from the beginning.
I wasn’t thinking clearly.
Bethany softens slightly, though her eyes remain firm.
BETHANY
I need you to understand how this feels, Larry.
It’s not about the turkey or the guests.
It’s about trust.
Every time you make a big decision without me, it chips away at that trust — and I can’t pretend I’m okay when I’m not. 😔
Larry cautiously reaches for her hand.
LARRY
Bethany… I never wanted to hurt you.
I thought I was doing the right thing, but I see now I should’ve included you.
Bethany looks at him — anger mixing with reluctant understanding.
BETHANY
I get that you meant well.
But next time, I need to be involved.
No more secrets. No more decisions behind my back.
Understood?
LARRY
(nods)
Understood. No more secrets.
You’ll always know what’s going on.
Bethany’s shoulders finally relax a little.
BETHANY
Good.
Because I love this family, and I love our home.
But honesty and respect aren’t optional. They’re non-negotiable. 😤❤️
Larry gently pulls her into a warm hug.
LARRY
You’re right. I’ll do better. I promise.
The aroma of Thanksgiving dinner fills the kitchen — warm, heavy, comforting.
Bethany exhales slowly, the anger loosening, though not fully gone.
She pulls back, looking him directly in the eyes.
BETHANY
Just remember… it’s not about the turkey or who sits at the table.
It’s about US.
Don’t let me down again.
Larry smiles softly.
LARRY
I won’t. I swear.
Bethany nods, her fiery gaze calming.
BETHANY
Good. Now let’s get through Thanksgiving with no more surprises. Okay?
LARRY
(chuckles nervously)
Agreed. No more surprises… I promise. 😅
They turn back to the kitchen, preparing Thanksgiving side by side —
a little shaky… but together.
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