Amber Blew Anthony’s Money in One Weekend… And Ain’t Sorry About It

 

Amber Blew Anthony’s Money in One Weekend… And Ain’t Sorry About It!

It all started with a text that came in late on a Thursday night. Amber Laveau, 29 years old, freshly single and living in a cozy but cramped apartment in Atlanta, was sprawled on her couch in her silk robe, rewatching “Real Housewives of Potomac” and spooning Nutella straight out the jar.

The message simply read:
"Anthony wired the $47,000. Check your account. 🤑💸"
—from her best friend, Carmen.

Amber blinked. She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or scream.

She opened her banking app, and sure enough — there it was. Forty-seven grand. Courtesy of her ex-boyfriend, Anthony Merriweather III, heir to the Merriweather tire fortune and walking red flag with abs.

Now, context matters: Anthony had promised to help her “get on her feet” after their three-year situationship came to a tragicomic end two weeks prior, when she found a receipt from Cartier in his glove box. The receipt was not for her.

After a loud and highly theatrical breakup in front of the valet stand at Nobu, Anthony had tearfully offered a “parting gift.” Amber, never one to look a trust fund in the mouth, told him she’d think about it. Carmen told her to invoice him. So she did.

Line items included:

• Emotional damages ($15,000)

• Wasted time (1 year = $10,000 minimum)

• Mental therapy & healing smoothies ($2,000)

• Her rent he never paid like he said he would ($5,000)

• Fashion rebrand post-breakup ($10,000)

• "Just because I said so" fee ($5,000)

He laughed… then paid it.

So now she had the money. And a decision to make.

FRIDAY: THE FASHION ERA

Amber started her Friday by calling out of work at the PR firm (“I’m experiencing a spiritual emergence,” she told HR). Then she went straight to Phipps Plaza.

$6,300 gone in a blink. Chanel boots. Jacquemus bags. A silk Vivienne Westwood corset that made her feel like revenge.

Next stop: Hair, nails, lashes. She tipped everyone outrageously and told her nail tech, “Make me look like I just got divorced from a tech billionaire.”

Dinner that night? She flew to New Orleans on a whim with Carmen. First-class. By the time they were sipping hurricanes at Commander’s Palace, she was telling strangers, “I just got paid for surviving emotional warfare.”

SATURDAY: SINS & STUNTS

Amber woke up in the Four Seasons penthouse suite and ordered lobster eggs benedict, which she ate in a monogrammed robe.

She decided to rent a vintage pink convertible and drove Carmen through the French Quarter blasting Beyoncé. She gave a $100 tip to a street musician playing Lauryn Hill, dropped another $300 on tarot readings from a woman named Mama Delphine (who told her she had “hot girl ancestral spirits”), and spent $2,000 at a voodoo-inspired boutique on crystals and ethically-sourced incense that “clears out f*ckboy energy.”

That evening, she hosted a pop-up “Hot Girl Heaux Down” at a rooftop bar she rented out under the name Healing Is Expensive LLC.

She wore a sequined jumpsuit. Carmen wore feathers. Two of Anthony’s exes showed up and hugged her like war veterans reunited. There were strippers (gender neutral), cocktails with names like “Anthony’s Tears,” and a 15-minute musical interlude where a drag queen reenacted their breakup using sock puppets.

By the end of the night, Amber had burned $17,000 and was down to her last $5,000. She did not blink.

SUNDAY: SAINTS AND SPITE

Amber woke up surprisingly sober. She stared at the hotel ceiling and whispered, “This was healing.”

Instead of shopping or partying, she donated $3,000 anonymously to a women’s shelter — the one she volunteered at in college, the one she always promised to help when “life got right.”

She then booked a spa day for two women she met at the pop-up who told her they were starting over after abusive relationships.

With her final $2,000, she had a custom billboard put up on the edge of Buckhead in Atlanta.

It read:
"TO EVERY WOMAN WHO SURVIVED A MAN LIKE ANTHONY — YOU’RE A RICH B*TCH, TOO. 💋 —AMBER"

When asked later if she regretted blowing nearly $50,000 in one weekend, Amber just laughed and said,
“Absolutely not. That man owed me interest, and I paid myself in full.”

EPILOGUE:

On Monday, Anthony texted:
“Did you really spend all of it? On…what??”

Amber replied with a selfie. She was glowing. Unbothered. Dripping in designer. Holding a smoothie made with crushed organic diamonds (okay, maybe just chia seeds).

“On myself. For once. And baby, I don’t give refunds.