Fate had other plans.
What started as a routine day took a shocking turn. My husband Daniel was set to present at a company event—I’d cooked his favorite meal, sent him off full of hopes and hidden nerves.
While cleaning, I realized he’d forgotten his laptop—the entire presentation was on it. I rushed to the hotel to hand it over. But something felt off: the lobby was empty, and the receptionist said no event was scheduled. Still, Daniel had a booked room.
Upstairs, I heard hushed laughter—then saw Daniel and my best friend Hugo, hand in hand, heading toward his room. Frozen, I captured evidence instead of confronting them. The receptionist offered help.
She led me to a private elevator. When Daniel and Hugo entered, I followed. As it ascended, I dropped a bag of candy to make them think something was off. Their confusion was the perfect, silent revenge.