Three days before our dream Maldives anniversary trip, I had a stroke. While I lay in the hospital, half-paralyzed, my husband Jeff called — from the airport. He’d gone on the trip anyway, claiming postponing “cost too much.” Then he hung up. That moment changed everything.

While I fought to recover, my niece Ava and I uncovered his betrayal — he hadn’t gone with his brother, but with his secretary… the same one who ruined Ava’s engagement. What Jeff didn’t know: most of our assets were mine alone. And Ava had receipts — literally. When he came home, tan and smug, I was ready. He was served divorce papers, evicted, and gifted a non-refundable Maldives trip — rebooked during hurricane season. I never made it to the Maldives. Instead, I’m in Greece, sipping wine with Ava, finally free. Jeff taught me how to walk again — just not the way he planned.