I tried to wake you, but you were completely out.
We couldn’t miss the flight. I logged into your airline account and changed the ticket to Mom’s friend’s name so it wouldn’t go to waste. Hope you understand.
I sat down so suddenly that I almost missed the edge of the bed.
I stared at the words until they blurred.
I’ve never slept through an alarm in my life! Well, except for that one time in college when I drank a valerian sleep aid, but that was an exception.
But for me to sleep so deeply that he couldn’t wake me, and then just give my ticket away to a friend of his mother and leave without me?
The realization hit me like a physical blow.
The chamomile tea!
I didn’t cry. I was too mad to cry. Instead, I opened the airline app.
There was one seat left on the next flight to Orlando.
It was business class, and it cost a small fortune, but I didn’t care.
I booked it.
I didn’t text Mark, and I didn’t call either of his parents.
I took my bag, locked the house, and headed to the airport.
By the time I landed in Florida, the sun was starting to set. I took a cab straight to the resort. I went to the front desk, showed my ID (since the whole thing was in my name anyway), and got the room number.
My blood was still simmering as I walked down the long, carpeted hallway of the resort.
I reached the door to the suite I had paid for and knocked.
A woman opened the door.
I looked her up and down… Early 30s, attractive. The outrage I already felt over this whole incident hardened into a feeling of betrayal that brought out the most spiteful parts of me.
I smiled. “You must be my mother-in-law’s friend?”
The woman’s brow furrowed.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think you’re in the right place.”
“Oh, I am,” I said. “This room was booked under my husband’s name.
I know that for a fact because I made the booking and paid for the entire holiday.”
She hesitated, her eyes darting toward the bathroom.
Before she could say another word, Mark stepped into the living area of the suite.
When he saw me, his face went from a relaxed tan to a ghostly white.
“What are you doing here?” His voice cracked.
It was pathetic.
“I paid for this trip, Mark. Why wouldn’t I be here?” I asked. I looked at the woman.
“Besides, I wanted to see who had replaced me. You must be the ‘friend’ who didn’t want the ticket to go to waste.”
The woman stepped back instinctively. “Replaced you?”
A sharp, familiar voice cut through the tension.
Margaret walked up from the hallway, her designer purse tucked under her arm.
She looked perfectly composed until her eyes landed on me.
For a split second, she looked like she’d seen a ghost.
Then her face shifted.
I could see the gears turning behind her eyes.
“Everyone is so surprised to see me.” I turned back to Mark.
Mark swallowed hard. He wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“Mom said that adding some valerian would help you sleep before the flight. You were so stressed.”
“Valerian? The herb you know I’ve had a strong reaction to in the past.”
The hallway had gone quiet.
A couple walking past slowed down to watch the drama. A resort staff member lingered by the elevator, pretending to check a clipboard.
Margaret stiffened. “This is inappropriate, Chloe.
We can discuss this privately. You’re making a scene.”
I turned my attention to the “friend.”
She looked genuinely confused and a bit sick.
“Who exactly are you? Because I was told Margaret would be bringing a friend to replace me.
I don’t see why my mother-in-law’s friend would be alone with my husband in a hotel room.”
The woman held up her hands, shaking her head. “Wait. My name is Elena.
Margaret is a friend of my mother’s. She told me her son was separated. She said I should come on this trip so I could get to know him better.
She said the marriage was over.”
I looked at Mark. “Show me your hand, Mark.”
“What?” he stammered.
He flushed a deep, shameful red. He shoved his hand into his pocket, but it was too late.
I already knew.
“Mom said—” he started.
“Mom said,” I interrupted. “That’s the second time you’ve told me that today. Do you do everything Margaret says?”
Mark stared at the floor.
“She said it was just easier this way. She said we weren’t a good match and that I needed a fresh start.”
“Easier for whom, Mark? Easier for your mother to erase me?
Easier for her to play matchmaker on my dime?”
He didn’t answer. He couldn’t.
Elena grabbed her bag from the sofa.
“I’m leaving,” she said firmly.
“I won’t be part of this. This is disgusting.”
She paused in the doorway and turned to me, her expression softening for a second.
“I’m so sorry.
I really didn’t know. She told me you were long gone.”
I actually did. She looked as tricked as I was.
Once Elena had disappeared into the elevator, Margaret exhaled sharply, crossing her arms.
“Well, I hope you’re happy. You’ve made a scene and ruined a perfectly good evening.”
“No, Margaret.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket. “I’m not happy, and the night is about to get a lot worse for you.”
“What are you doing?” Mark spoke harshly.
Maybe he’d found some vestigial bit of his spine.
“I paid for the flights.” I tapped the screen. “I paid for this hotel. I paid for the meal packages.
I’ve already spoken to the front desk on my way up.”
“What are you saying?” Margaret snapped.
“Everything that’s refundable is being reversed right now. As of ten minutes from now, the rooms you’ve been staying in are no longer paid for.”
Mark’s eyes went wide.
I shrugged.
“I’m also canceling the return flights, so I hope you kept enough of your own money in your personal account for a last-minute flight home. Although, knowing you, Margaret probably handles your allowance.”
Margaret’s voice rose to a shrill pitch. “This was supposed to be a family trip!
You’re being vindictive!”
I met her gaze and didn’t blink.
“You tried to replace me while I was sleeping, Margaret. That’s not a family. That’s a conspiracy.”
That landed.
She actually flinched.
“I’m filing for divorce,” I added, looking back at Mark. “You followed your mother’s instructions instead of standing up for your wife. You’re not a husband.
You’re a passenger in your own life.”
Mark said nothing. He just stood there, looking at the floor.
I turned around and walked out.
That evening, I sat alone at the airport bar.
It wasn’t the Florida vacation I had imagined. My phone buzzed every few minutes with refund confirmations and texts from Mark.
“Please talk to me.”
“Mom is crying.”
“We have nowhere to stay.”
I didn’t open them.
I just swiped them away.
For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel confused. I didn’t feel like I was trying to solve a puzzle that had missing pieces.
The air didn’t feel thin anymore.
I felt finished.
And honestly? I’ve never felt better.
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