The truth spilled out quickly once pressure was applied.
The tea hadn’t just been chamomile. Valerian had been added “to help me sleep.”
Margaret had told the woman—Elena—that Mark was separated. That the marriage was over. That this trip was a chance for a “fresh start.”
And Mark had gone along with it.
Elena left immediately, visibly shaken and apologetic. She hadn’t known. I believed her.
Margaret, however, didn’t apologize.
She accused me of ruining the evening.
That was when I pulled out my phone.
Every reservation. Every flight. Every package—cancelled.
I had paid for it all. Which meant I could undo it all.
The room. The return flights. The perks. Gone.
Mark panicked.
Margaret yelled.
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