Three days before an anniversary trip to the Maldives, I collapsed from a stroke that weakened one side of my body and affected my speech. Lying in a hospital bed, I expected my husband Jeff to be there. Instead, he called from the airport: “Postponing costs too much. I’m going with my brother.” Then he hung up.
I felt abandoned. After 25 years of standing by him through job losses and failures, he chose a tropical escape over me. That night, I turned to my niece Ava, who promised to help me recover and rebuild.
As I worked through grueling therapy, Ava uncovered Jeff’s secret: he hadn’t traveled with his brother, but with his secretary, Mia. When he returned, I was ready—armed with proof.
With Ava’s support and a strong attorney, I filed for divorce, claimed the home and assets, and walked away. Jeff begged, but I told him: “You chose your paradise, Jeff. Now I’m choosing mine.”
Today, from a terrace in Greece, I feel free—proof that the best revenge is reclaiming your life.
