I booked an $11,400 trip to Japan for my wife’s 40th birthday, only to get a sh0cking text from my daughter

“Got it.”

Then I went home early.

That night, I sat at the kitchen table with the printed itineraries spread out in front of me. The reservations I’d spent months piecing together—the five-star hotel in Tokyo, the bullet train passes, the guided day trip to Mount Fuji. Every detail was planned perfectly.

And they had given my spot… to him. My hands were shaking, but my mind was surprisingly clear. I opened my laptop.

Logged into my travel account. And one by one, I began canceling everything. The flights—gone.

The hotel—refunded, with a cancellation fee that was worth every cent. The rail passes—voided. I didn’t even need to call anyone.

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