My Husband Left for the Maldives Three Days After I Had a Stroke—A Big Surprise Was Waiting for Him When He Returned

Three days before our Maldives anniversary trip, I had a stroke. Paralyzed in the hospital, I got a call from my husband, Jeff, at the airport. “Postponing costs too much,” he said, hanging up. He went with his mistress, not his brother. Betrayed after 25 years, I planned my revenge with my niece, Ava. While I relearned to walk and talk, Ava uncovered Jeff’s affair and financial secrets.

The house and investments were mine, not ours. We hired a fierce lawyer, filed for divorce, and served Jeff eviction papers. I booked him a non-refundable Maldives trip—during hurricane season. Now, I’m in Greece with Ava, sipping wine by the sea. Revenge isn’t fire; it’s freedom. Jeff taught me to walk again, just not how he expected. The Mediterranean is bluer than the Maldives ever could be.