My husband abandoned our baby and me at the airport, choosing to go on vacation alone. Little did he know that his “relaxing getaway” would turn into a nightmare and that his return home would be even more trying.
I stood there at the airport, holding Sophia in my arms as she cried. My arms ached and I could feel a headache coming on. Where the hell was Ryan?
I rocked Sophia gently, trying to calm her. “Shh, my little girl. It’s okay. Daddy will be back soon.”
A distraught woman at the airport with her crying baby | Source: Midjourney
But he still wasn’t there. 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 any longer, I really need this vacation. I’m working so hard. Join me on the next flight,” the caption read.
I was speechless. He left us? Just like that?
“Is this a joke?” I whispered, staring at the screen, stunned.
Sophia’s screams grew louder, as if she sensed my distress. I hugged her, my head boiling.
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“It’s okay, darling. We’re going home,” I said, more to myself than to her.
The taxi ride home was a blur. I replayed Ryan’s message over and over in my head, each time feeling a new wave of anger wash over me.
As soon as we got home, I put Sophia to bed for a nap and grabbed my phone. My fingers hovered over Ryan’s number, but I stopped myself. No, I need a plan first.
I paced the living room, ideas swirling through my head. Then I had an idea: the perfect revenge.
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With a sinister smile, I dialed Ryan’s hotel number.
“Hello, Sunset Resort. How may I help you?” replied a cheerful voice.
“Hello, I’m calling about my husband’s reservation. Ryan C?”
After explaining the situation, the receptionist was more than happy to help. “We understand, madam. What do you have in mind?”
I laid out my plan, feeling a sense of satisfaction growing with every detail.
“Wake-ups at 3:00, 5:00, and 7:00 a.m.? Certainly. Unexpected room service? No problem. And you want us to book him for every possible excursion? Consider it done.”
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I hung up, feeling guilty, but excited. And I wasn’t done yet.
I walked up to our room and started packing up Ryan’s most valuable belongings—his game console, vintage records, and designer suits.
“If he wants a solo vacation, he can have a solo life,” I muttered as I lugged the boxes to my car.
Arriving at a warehouse, I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. There I was, a new mother, stuffing my husband’s belongings into a locker like a scorned teenager.
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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 photos—him on the beach, in a fancy restaurant, acting like a tourist. But with each photo, he looked increasingly tired and annoyed.
“That’s good,” I said to myself. “Let him suffer a little.”
The locksmith arrived and quickly changed our locks. As he worked, I felt a pang in my heart. Had I gone too far?
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But then I remembered Ryan’s selfish smile in that airport selfie, and my resolve hardened.
***
The week passed in a blur of caring for Sophia and responding to Ryan’s increasingly frustrated messages.
“Natalie, what’s going on? The hotel keeps waking me up!”
“Baby, 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.
“Hi,” Ryan said sheepishly as he got into the car. “I missed you both.”
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I kept my face neutral. “Did you enjoy your vacation?”
He sighed. “That was… interesting. Listen, honey, I’m sorry about…”
“Let’s talk about it at home,” I interrupted.
The ride was tense and silent. When we pulled up in front of the house, Ryan frowned.
“Did you do something to the front door?”
I shrugged, pulling Sophia out of her seat. “Why don’t you try your key and find out?”
Ryan approached the door, key in hand. I watched him try to unlock it, confusion growing on his face.
“It’s not working,” he said, turning to me. “Natalie, what’s going on?”
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I stood there, Sophia on my hip, and met his gaze coldly. “Oh, I guess your key isn’t working anymore. It must be because you decided to take a solo vacation without us. I 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 bitterly. “You didn’t think I’d be upset? You left your wife and little girl stranded at the 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 it inside?”
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I shook my head. “No. Your things are in storage. You’ll get them 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 around to unlock the door. “You work so hard, remember? I’m sure you can handle it.”
As I stepped inside and closed the front door, Ryan called out, “Wait! Please, can we just talk?”
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I paused inside. Part of me never wanted to see him again, but another part—the one that still loved him—was hesitant.
I opened the door. “All right. You have five minutes.”
We sat on the steps, Sophia babbling between us.
Ryan took a deep breath. “I messed 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.”
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I watched him carefully, looking for any sign of insincerity. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to be abandoned like that? Along with our daughter?”
He lowered his head. “I can’t even imagine it. I was selfish and thoughtless. I’ve been kicking myself ever since I got on that plane.”
“Then why didn’t you come back?” I asked.
Ryan looked up, filled with regret. “I was ashamed. And I was scared. I knew I’d hurt you, and I didn’t know how to face it.”
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I felt my anger begin to soften, but I wasn’t ready to forgive him yet. “And what about all those vacation photos you sent?”
He grimaced. “I was trying to convince myself I’d made the right choice. But honestly? It was pathetic. I missed you both every second.”
Sophia reached out to Ryan, and I instinctively placed it in his hands. He held it close, tears in his eyes.
“I’m so sorry, darling,” he whispered to her. “Daddy made a big mistake.”
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Looking at them, I felt my resolve crumble. “Ryan, what you did… it really hurt me. How do I know you won’t do something like that again?”
He looked at me seriously. “I swear. I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right. Therapy, counseling, anything. I never want to hurt you or Sophia again.”
I sighed, feeling the weight of the past week. “This isn’t going to be easy. We have a lot of things to sort out.”
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Ryan nodded. “I know. But I’m willing to make the effort if you are too.”
I stood up and hugged Sophia again. “Okay. You can come in. But you sleep on the couch, and we start couples therapy as soon as possible.”
Relief spread across Ryan’s face. “Thanks, Nat. I promise I’ll make it up to you both.”
As we headed back inside, I couldn’t help but add, “Oh, and you should check your credit card statement. Those hotel excursions weren’t cheap.”
A couple with their baby walk towards the front door of a house | Source: Midjourney
Ryan groaned, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. “I deserved it.”
Over the next few months, we worked hard in therapy, unpacking years of unspoken issues. It wasn’t easy, but slowly, we reestablished trust and communication.
One night, as we were putting 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 to learn from them.”
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He smiled and hugged me. “I love you, Nat. I love you both. And I promise our next family vacation will be perfect.”
I laughed softly. “Let’s start with something small. Maybe a picnic in the park?”
As we lay there, watching our daughter sleep, I realized that sometimes even the biggest betrayals can lead to stronger bonds—if you’re willing to put in the effort.
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