My Husband Sent Me on a ‘Spa Weekend’ While He Took
His Mistress on Our Family Vacation — I Made Sure They Came Crashing Back to Earth
Brian wasn’t romantic. In three years, no flowers, no getaways. So when he gave me a spa weekend envelope, I was suspicious. He said I deserved a break before my big pitch, while he took the kids to Bali to meet his parents. I went, enjoyed the pampering—until my friend Laura called. She saw Brian in Bali with the kids, his parents, and Jennifer, his “professional” assistant, holding hands, kissing.
He’d sent me away to play house with her. I flew to Bali, arriving before his award ceremony. I gave his CEO a fake note from Brian to read onstage: “I owe this award to my wife, who let me bring my mistress Jennifer on our family trip while she stayed home.” Gasps erupted as I walked forward in my red dress. His face drained of color.