My husband surprised me with a luxury spa weekend, and for once, I thought he was putting me first. I was wrong. While I lay under eucalyptus steam, he was busy enjoying our family vacation with his mistress. The moment I found out, I stopped being the fool and started planning payback.
I stared at the envelope in my hands, puzzled. Brian wasn’t known for romantic gestures… not in the three years we’d been married.
“What’s this?” I asked, turning the cream-colored envelope between my fingers.
My husband leaned against our kitchen counter, a strange smile playing on his lips. “Just open it, Kate.”
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Inside was a confirmation for a weekend at Willow Creek Spa Resort, featuring three days of massages, facials, and pampering that cost more than I’d ever spend on myself.
“Brian, this is…” I trailed off, genuinely speechless.
“You deserve it,” he said, crossing the kitchen to wrap his arms around my waist. “You work so hard. I figured you could relax while I head out with the kids on the family vacation.”
“I was so excited about meeting your parents in person after all this time. But…”
Brian kissed my forehead. “Some other day, darling. You enjoy yourself. You can’t miss your client meeting anyway. And I’ve got that award ceremony at work, remember?”
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I nodded slowly. In the three years since our small, intimate wedding, I’d never actually met Brian’s parents in person.
His father’s surgery had prevented them from attending our wedding, and somehow, timing never worked out afterward. Phone calls, yes. But his parents lived overseas, and between our busy schedules and the distance, we’d never managed face-to-face visits.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “I could reschedule my meeting.”
“No way! This meeting’s huge for your career. And come on… wouldn’t it be better to walk in calm and glowing from the spa instead of frazzled from running around?”
I laughed, tucking the envelope into my purse. “When you put it that way, how can I say no?”
“That’s my girl,” he said and kissed me again.
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The spa was everything I dreamed of. Soft music drifted through bamboo-lined hallways and the air was fragrant with essential oils. After months of grinding at work, the pampering felt surreal.
“More lemon water?” my massage therapist asked as I lay facedown, hot stones tracing the tension from my back.
