My Husband Planned A ‘Business Trip’ With His Assistant. I Packed His Bags. Then I Called The Hotel To Arrange A ‘Surprise’ That Ruined Their Entire Weekend

A Cold Drink Of Victory

I said my final goodbyes and pressed the red button to end the call. The silence returned to the kitchen immediately.

My throat felt dry from all the lying, so I walked over to the refrigerator. I pulled out a glass pitcher and poured myself a tall glass of cold iced tea.

The condensation felt cool against my palm. Phase one of my plan was complete, but I still had one more call to make.