The Secret Theft of My Husband…

I have always been a very organized and dedicated person, especially when it came to saving money. Working as a nurse, it was never easy to save a significant amount, but with a lot of effort, I managed to save over $5,000 over time. This money had a special purpose: to travel to Europe and visit my father’s grave, who had recently passed away. I never had the chance to say goodbye to him, and this trip was my way of finding peace.

My husband, Ethan, was aware of my plans and, although our financial situation was tight, he always said he supported me. Apparently, everything was fine between us.

But I was about to discover that Ethan had other plans.

I spent weeks saving, and finally, I was counting down the days to leave. However, one day, I came home early and found something I never imagined: the light in our bedroom was on, and when I peeked through the window, I saw Ethan kneeling in front of my secret hiding spot, where I kept the money. He was taking my savings.

I was frozen in shock, and on impulse, I called him. I pretended I didn’t know anything and made a brief conversation. He told me he was going to work, but I didn’t believe him. After a short chat, he hung up quickly.

I knew something was wrong. I decided to follow him discreetly. He went to a bus stop, then walked through a shopping center and entered a fishing gear store. When I saw him buying an inflatable boat and a whole fishing kit, the truth hit me like a lightning bolt: he had used my money to fund his own whims. He was buying expensive items while I was planning my farewell to my father.

Enraged, I entered the store and confronted Ethan. He tried to deny it, but the lie was clear in his eyes. I didn’t know how to deal with the pain and disappointment. I was planning something very important, and he was destroying my plans without remorse.

That night, he came home and finally admitted that he had taken the money. He was obsessed with a fishing trip with his friends and felt it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He apologized but suggested that I postpone my trip so he could use the money for what he wanted.

I was speechless, unable to understand how he could be so selfish. It was as if he had no idea how important my trip was to me. However, something inside me ignited. I wasn’t going to let him destroy my chance to say goodbye to my father.

The next day, I started putting my plan into action. When Ethan went to work, I took all the fishing gear he had bought and returned it to the store, getting my money back. With the money he had used, I bought my own ticket to Europe.

I knew that when I returned, everything could have changed, but at that moment, I needed to do something for myself. On the plane, with my nerves on edge, I realized I was doing the right thing. I would finally be able to visit my father’s grave, something I had always dreamed of.

When I arrived in Europe, at the cemetery, I placed flowers on my father’s grave and felt at peace. My heart calmed, and the tears that fell were of relief. I knew that despite the pain and betrayal from Ethan, I was finally doing something important for my life.

Meanwhile, Ethan would likely find the house empty and realize I had gone. I felt guilty for leaving him like that, but I also knew he would have to face the consequences of his actions. It wasn’t the time to worry about him; it was time to focus on myself, my peace, and my own healing process.