When my husband Rick said he was helping his brother Stuart fix his roof after work, I believed him. But a run-in with Stuart’s wife at the grocery store revealed they’d been feeding us the exact same lie.
Heather (Stuart’s wife) and I teamed up to follow them — only to discover they were secretly spending their evenings at a luxurious spa, using a free membership Rick earned through work.
Furious that he took his brother instead of me, I quietly moved all my money to a private account, put every bill in his name, and left him a note saying I was off on a two-week vacation. Then Heather and I took our own luxury getaway — while Rick stayed home juggling chores, kids, and guilt.
