My husband surprised me with a “spa weekend” — a luxury getaway he said I deserved for being such a devoted wife and mother. I was touched, even flattered, until I returned home early and found a receipt for two plane tickets to Hawaii. Our family vacation — the one we’d been planning for months — was happening without me. And worse, the second ticket wasn’t for our child. It was for her.
I didn’t confront him immediately. Instead, I called my friend who works for a travel agency. With her help, I upgraded their hotel suite — to one with a broken AC, no ocean view, and right next to the construction zone. Then I canceled his prepaid excursions and sent him a fake email claiming their reservation had been flagged for fraud.
When he called me, fuming from a crowded airport, I calmly said, “Hope your little ‘vacation’ was worth it.”
The best part? I enjoyed the real spa weekend after all that — stress-free and with my divorce papers ready.
