Just a few clicks and thousands of dollars’ worth of arrangements disappeared into thin air. Then, out of habit, I opened the shared family credit card portal. My wife never bothered to change the login info.
There they were—their cards, all neatly linked. I knew she’d be using that card for the trip. The same card I paid off every month.
By Thursday night, my wife still hadn’t said a word to me about the “change in plans.” She acted normal—too normal. She packed her suitcase, humming to herself as she folded clothes into neat stacks. “Need me to drive you to the airport?” I asked casually from the doorway.Continue reading…
