My husband abandoned our baby and me at the airport, choosing to take our family vacation solo. Little did he know, his “relaxing” trip was about to turn into a nightmare — and his return home would be even more dreadful.
I stood there in the airport, holding Sophia as she wailed. My arms ached, and I could feel a headache coming on. Where the heck was Ryan?
I bounced Sophia gently, trying to soothe her. “Shh, baby girl. It’s okay. Daddy will be back soon.”
But he wasn’t. I checked my phone and saw a new message. It was a selfie of Ryan, grinning like an idiot on the plane.
“I couldn’t wait more as I really needed this vacation. I work so hard. Come with the next flight,” the caption read.
My jaw dropped. He’d left us? Just like that?
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered, staring at the screen in disbelief.
Sophia’s cries grew louder, as if she sensed my distress. I hugged her close, my mind racing.
“It’s okay, sweetie. We’re going home,” I said, more to myself than to her.
The cab ride home was a blur. I kept replaying Ryan’s message in my head, each time feeling a new wave of anger wash over me.
As soon as we got home, I put Sophia down for a nap and grabbed my phone. My fingers hovered over Ryan’s number, but I stopped myself. No, I needed a plan first.
I paced the living room, ideas swirling in my head. Then it hit me — the perfect revenge.
With a grim smile, I dialed the number for Ryan’s hotel.
“Hello, Sunset Resort. How may I assist you?” a cheerful voice answered.
“Hi, I’m calling about my husband’s reservation. Ryan C —?”
After explaining the situation, the receptionist was more than happy to help. “We understand, ma’am. What did you have in mind?”
I outlined my plan, feeling a sense of satisfaction grow with each detail.
“Wake-up calls at 3 AM, 5 AM, and 7 AM? Certainly. Unexpected room service? No problem. And you’d like us to book him for every possible tour? Consider it done.”
I hung up, feeling guilty by excited. But I wasn’t done yet.
I marched into our bedroom and started packing up Ryan’s prized possessions — his gaming console, vintage records, and designer suits.
“If he wants a solo vacation, he can have a solo life,” I muttered, lugging the boxes to my car.
At the storage facility, I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Here I was, a new mom, stuffing my husband’s things into a locker like some scorned teenager.
Back home, I called a locksmith. “How soon can you come? It’s urgent.”
While waiting for the locksmith, I checked my phone. Ryan had sent more pictures — him on the beach, at a fancy restaurant, sightseeing. But with each photo, he looked increasingly tired and annoyed.
“Good,” I thought. “Let him suffer a bit.”
The locksmith arrived and quickly changed our locks. As he worked, I felt a twinge of doubt. Was I going too far?
But then I remembered Ryan’s selfish grin in that airport selfie, and my resolve hardened.
***
The week passed in a blur of taking care of Sophia and fielding Ryan’s increasingly frustrated messages.
“Natalie, what’s going on? The hotel keeps waking me up!”
“Babe, why am I signed up for a pottery class?”
I ignored them all, letting him stew in his own mess.
Finally, the day of his return arrived. I picked him up from the airport, Sophia cooing happily in her car seat.
“Hey,” Ryan said, looking sheepish as he got in. “I missed you both.”
I kept my face neutral. “Did you enjoy your vacation?”
He sighed. “It was… interesting. Look, hon, I’m sorry about —”
“Let’s talk at home,” I cut him off.
The drive was tense and silent. When we pulled up to the house, Ryan frowned.
“Did you do something to the front door?”
I shrugged, getting Sophia out of her seat. “Why don’t you try your key and find out?”
Ryan approached the door, key in hand. I watched as he tried to unlock it, confusion growing on his face.
“It’s not working,” he said, turning to me. “Natalie, what’s going on?”
I stood there, Sophia on my hip, and met his gaze coolly. “Oh, I guess your key doesn’t work anymore. Must be because you decided to take a solo vacation without us. Hope you enjoyed it because you’re going to need a new place to stay.”
Ryan’s face went pale. “What? Nat, come on, it was just a misunderstanding. I didn’t think you’d be this upset.”
I laughed humorlessly. “You didn’t think I’d be upset? You left your wife and baby daughter stranded at an airport!”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry. It was stupid and selfish,” Ryan said, running a hand through his hair. “But can’t we talk about this inside?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Your stuff is in storage. You’ll get it back when you learn to appreciate your family.”
Ryan’s jaw dropped. “My stuff? Nat, please. This isn’t fair. Where am I supposed to go?”
“Not my problem,” I said, turning to unlock the door. “You work so hard, remember? I’m sure you can figure it out.”
As I stepped inside and closed the front door, Ryan called out, “Wait! Please, can we just talk?”
I paused inside. Part of me never wanted to see him again, but another part — the part that still loved him — hesitated.
I opened the door. “Fine. You have five minutes.”
We sat on the porch steps, Sophia babbling between us.
Ryan took a deep breath. “I screwed up. Big time. I was stressed about work and the baby, and I just… I don’t know, I panicked. But that’s no excuse. I’m so sorry. To both of you.”
I watched him carefully, looking for any sign of insincerity. “Do you have any idea how it felt to be abandoned like that? With our daughter?”
He hung his head. “I can’t even imagine. I was selfish and thoughtless. I’ve been kicking myself ever since I got on that plane.”
“So why didn’t you come back?” I asked.
Ryan looked up, his eyes filled with remorse. “I was ashamed. And scared. I knew I’d hurt you, and I didn’t know how to face it.”
I felt my anger starting to soften, but I wasn’t ready to let him off the hook yet. “And what about all those vacation photos you sent?”
He winced. “I was trying to convince myself I’d made the right choice. But honestly? It was miserable. I missed you both every second.”
Sophia reached out for Ryan, and I instinctively passed her to him. He held her close, his eyes watering.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered to her. “Daddy made a big mistake.”
Watching them, I felt my resolve crumbling. “Ryan, what you did… it really hurt. How do I know you won’t do something like this again?”
He looked at me earnestly. “I swear. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right. Therapy, counseling, anything. I never want to hurt you or Sophia like this again.”
I sighed, feeling the weight of the past week. “It’s not going to be easy. We have a lot to work through.”
Ryan nodded. “I know. But I’m willing to do the work if you are.”
I stood up, taking Sophia back into my arms. “Okay. You can come in. But you’re sleeping on the couch, and we’re starting couples therapy ASAP.”
Relief washed over Ryan’s face. “Thank you, Nat. I promise, I’ll make this up to you both.”
As we walked inside, I couldn’t help but add, “Oh, and you might want to check your credit card statement. Those hotel tours weren’t cheap.”
Ryan groaned, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. “I deserved that.”
Over the next few months, we worked hard in therapy, unpacking years of unspoken issues. It wasn’t easy, but slowly, we rebuilt our trust and communication.
One night, as we put Sophia to bed together, Ryan turned to me. “Thank you for giving me another chance. I know I didn’t deserve it.”
I squeezed his hand. “We all make mistakes. The important thing is learning from them.”
He smiled, pulling me into a hug. “I love you, Nat. Both of you. And I promise, our next family vacation will be perfect.”
I laughed softly. “Let’s start small. Maybe a picnic in the park?”
As we stood there, watching our daughter sleep, I realized that sometimes, even the biggest betrayals can lead to stronger bonds — if you’re willing to do the work.
What would you have done?
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