My husband abandoned our baby and me at the airport, choosing to take our family vacation solo. Little did he know, his “relaxing” trip was about to turn into a nightmare — and his return home would be even more dreadful.
I stood there in the airport, holding Sophia as she wailed. My arms ached, and I could feel a headache coming on. Where the heck was Ryan?
I checked my phone and saw a new message. It was a selfie of Ryan, grinning like an idiot on the plane. “I couldn’t wait more as I really needed this vacation. I work so hard. Come with the next flight,” the caption read.
My jaw dropped. He’d left us? Just like that? “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered.
Sophia’s cries grew louder, as if she sensed my distress. I hugged her close, my mind racing. “It’s okay, sweetie. We’re going home,” I said.
Back home, I put Sophia down and started plotting my revenge.
