Three days before our Maldives anniversary trip, I had a stroke. While I lay in the hospital, unable to move, my husband called from the airport. “Postponing costs too much,” he said, then hung up. That call triggered a plan he never saw coming.
Three days before the trip, I was chopping peppers when I collapsed. Jeff found me, but I couldn’t speak or move. The doctors diagnosed me with a stroke and partial facial paralysis. In the hospital, I feared my life had changed forever. But I remembered the Maldives trip we had saved for. Maybe once I recovered…
When Jeff called, he told me the trip was still happening, but he’d given it to his brother because postponing was too expensive. He hung up before I could say anything. I was devastated. After 25 years of supporting him, he abandoned me for a vacation.
I called my niece, Ava, who had just discovered Jeff’s affair with his secretary. “I’m in,” she said. As I recovered, Ava investigated Jeff and found evidence of his betrayal. When Jeff returned from the Maldives, I was stronger, and so was my resolve.
Ava and I hired a tough divorce attorney, and we filed for divorce. When Jeff showed up at home, he found the locks changed and divorce papers waiting. I handed him one final “gift” — a non-refundable trip to the Maldives under his name, but during hurricane season.
I never made it to the Maldives. Instead, I’m in Greece with Ava, enjoying new beginnings. Jeff’s betrayal taught me to walk again — just not how he expected.
Now, I’m free. Sometimes, revenge isn’t fire; it’s freedom.
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