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💪🥳🌊“
I called him. Three times. Each call went straight to voicemail.
Nothing. Just radio silence and more Instagram posts showing him living his best life on my dime.
That was it. That was the exact moment my blood hit boiling point.
I put the baby down for her afternoon nap, grabbed my laptop with shaking hands, and pulled up the resort’s phone number.
A woman answered on the second ring, her voice cheerful and professional.
“Oceanview Resort, this is Marissa speaking.
How can I help you today?”
I took a steady breath.
“Hi Marissa. My name’s Olivia, and I made a payment for reservation number A04782. It’s under my husband Mark’s name.”
The four-night birthday stay for the gentleman and his guests. What can I do for you?”
“I need to make a change to the payment arrangement.”
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