My husband claimed he had a corporate event at a fancy hotel. I helped him prepare, but after he left, I found his laptop at home—his presentation was on it. Wanting to save his big moment, I rushed to the hotel… only to find out there was no event. Suspicious, I asked the front desk about a reservation under his name.
There was one. I went upstairs—and saw him in the hallway, kissing my best friend. Heartbroken but composed, I snapped a photo, then returned to the lobby. With the help of a kind receptionist, I planned revenge.
