Seven years ago, Carlo and I got married and we have a child. From the wedding day, I always thought my husband was a calm, hardworking, and responsible person. Carlo works in an office, while I sell online and have a stable income. Every month, we both contribute to a joint account for family expenses. But because I was better at the business, the bank card was mostly under my name. Carlo knew the password, though I never thought he would take advantage of it someday.
Lately, Carlo had changed a lot. He often came home late, always with the excuse of overtime or meetings with clients. His phone never left his hands and he didn’t let anyone touch it. Suspicions grew inside me, but I had no evidence. One night, while he was showering, his cell phone vibrated on the table. I unintentionally saw the message: “Remember to prepare your passport, we are going on vacation tomorrow, I’m so excited!” I felt my heart break. With trembling hands, I opened the chat and discovered that he had already bought plane tickets and booked a luxury hotel… everything was paid for using my bank card.
I let out a bitter laugh. All my effort, the sleepless nights working to save up for our family, he secretly used it to indulge another woman. I couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about how to expose him. I didn’t want to cause a scene at home so as not to affect our child, but I also couldn’t allow him and his mistress to waste the fruits of my labor. Then I devised a perfect plan.
The next morning, Carlos woke up early, dressed elegantly, and told me: “I need to travel for a few days. I might not be able to talk much, take care of the child, okay?” I just smiled and simply answered, “Uh-huh.”
Meanwhile, I secretly called a friend who works at the airport and asked her to check his flight information. It wasn’t long before she confirmed it to me: Carlos bought tickets to Cancun, leaving at noon. I decided to go to the airport. I didn’t want to cause a scandal, I just wanted to witness it with my own eyes, so I couldn’t deny it later.
Just as I suspected, I saw him appear, holding hands with a stylishly dressed young woman, beaming, as if they were a happy couple. I clenched my hands tightly, suppressing the anger. Just as they finished checking in and were about to pass through immigration, an agent suddenly stopped them. Her voice was cold and firm: “Excuse me, but the card used to purchase these tickets shows signs of fraud. We need both of you to accompany us to the office to clarify the situation.”
Carlo gasped, the color draining from his face. The young woman looked at him fearfully: “What’s the problem? Didn’t you tell me everything was settled?”
I approached and, calmly, said: “That card is mine. He took it without permission to take you on vacation.” The whole place went silent. People looked at us doubtfully, whispering. Carlo could barely speak: “I… I just wanted to give her a trip, I didn’t mean anything bad…” I laughed, “No bad intention? And steal from your wife and child to enjoy yourself with your mistress?” He couldn’t answer. The immigration agent had him sign a document, informing him that the case might be referred to the prosecutor’s office for improper use of a bank account. When the young woman heard this, she looked at him furiously and shouted: “You told me you were rich, and all that money was just your wife’s!” You deceived me! And she left him there, abandoning him in complete shame. I looked at him for the last time and, though I felt pain, I also felt resolve: “From now on, there is nothing left between us. You are responsible for your consequences.”
I turned my back and left, ignoring his pleading gaze. I cried that day, but I also felt freedom. I understood that a man capable of betraying his family’s trust and spending his wife’s money on someone else does not deserve forgiveness.
I went home and hugged my child tightly. He smiled innocently, unaware of everything. And I promised myself that from now on, I would live stronger, giving all my love only to him. Life might take away a bad husband, but you should never lose your dignity or faith in yourself.