When our kids fell ill and couldn’t go on our planned family vacation, my husband just ditched us and went alone. What he didn’t know was that his little “me time” getaway would cost him way more than he bargained for.
I trdged through the front door at 8:30 p.m., my feet throbbing after a grueling twelve-hour shift at the hospital. The cacophony hit me like a wall: cartoons blaring from the TV, Zach and Penny shrieking as they chased each other around the living room.
And there was Garrett, sprawled on the couch like a beached whale, beer in hand.
“Hey, babe,” he called out, not bothering to look up from his phone. “Rough day?”
I bit back a sarcastic reply. “You could say that. The ER was a madhouse.” I glanced at the disaster zone of toys and snack wrappers surrounding him. “Did you feed the kids dinner?”
Garrett shrugged. “They had some chips earlier. I figured you’d want to cook when you got home.”
I closed my eyes, counting to ten. This had become our new normal over the past few years. I’d come home from saving lives to find a house in chaos and a husband who couldn’t be bothered to lift a finger.
“Mommy!” Penny latched onto my leg, her blonde pigtails askew. “I’m starving!”
I forced a smile. “Okay, sweetie. Let’s get you both some real food.”
As I reheated leftovers, my mind drifted to our upcoming beach vacation. Maybe a change of scenery would help us reconnect, remind Garrett why we fell in love in the first place.
“So, you packed for the trip yet?” I asked, setting plates in front of the kids.
Garrett grunted. “Nah, I’ll throw some stuff in a bag tomorrow. No big deal.”
I sighed. “We leave in two days, Garrett. A little planning wouldn’t kill you.”
He rolled his eyes. “Relax, it’ll be fine. You worry too much.”
The night before our flight, I woke to the sound of retching. Zach was hunched over the toilet, his face pale and clammy. Within an hour, Penny was sick too.
I gently broke the news to Garrett over breakfast. “We’ll have to postpone the trip. The kids have a nasty stomach bug.”
He froze, fork halfway to his mouth. “What? No way. I’ve been looking forward to this for months!”
“I know, but they’re too sick to travel. We can reschedule”
Garrett’s jaw clenched. “I’m still going.”
I stared at him, sure I’d misheard. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I need this break, Nora. Work’s been insane lately.”
“And my job isn’t?” I snapped. “I’m a nurse, Garrett. I deal with real emergencies every day.”
He scoffed. “It’s not a competition. Look, you stay with the kids. I’ll go enjoy the beach for both of us.”
I watched in disbelief as he packed his suitcase, ignoring Zach and Penny’s disappointed faces. As the front door slammed behind him, something inside me snapped.
The next week was hell. I juggled caring for two miserable children, all while stewing in rage every time Garrett sent a smug beach selfie.
On Friday, my phone buzzed with another photo: Garrett grinning over a fancy cocktail, caption reading “Living the dream!”
That was it. I had had enough, and I had a plan.
I marched into the garage, surveying Garrett’s precious “man cave.” His fishing gear, the boat he’d barely used, piles of expensive junk he’d accumulated over the years. A plan formed in my mind.
I spent the next few hours photographing everything, creating listings on the local buy-and-sell site. Within days, Garrett’s prized possessions were gone, replaced by a fat wad of cash in my purse.
“Guess what, kids?” I announced over breakfast. “We’re going on our own special vacation!”
Their eyes lit up. Zach pumped his fist. “Awesome! Where are we going?”
I grinned. “It’s a surprise. But I promise it’ll be even better than Dad’s boring old beach.”
We arrived at the resort a few days later, the kids bouncing with excitement. As I watched them splash in the pool, I felt lighter than I had in years.
“Mom, watch this!” Zach called, attempting a cannonball. I cheered, then turned to help Penny blow up her water wings.
“You’re a natural with them,” a voice behind me said. I turned to see a woman about my age smiling. “Single mom?”
I hesitated. “It’s… complicated.”
She nodded knowingly. “I’ve been there. I’m Tessa, by the way.”
We chatted as the kids played, swapping stories about work and parenthood. It felt good to connect with someone who understood.
“So, what’s your story?” Tessa asked, sipping her lemonade.
I sighed. “My husband decided to go on our family vacation without us when the kids got sick. Left me to deal with everything while he partied on the beach.”
Tessa’s eyes widened. “Seriously? What a jerk!”
I nodded. “Yeah, it was the last straw. I’ve been putting up with his selfishness for years, but this — I just couldn’t take it anymore.”
“So what did you do?” she asked.
A mischievous smile crept across my face. “I sold all his precious toys and used the money to bring the kids here.”
Tessa burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s brilliant! How’d he take it?”
“He doesn’t know yet,” I admitted. “But I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough.”
As if on cue, my phone started buzzing. Garrett’s name flashed on the screen.
“Speaking of the devil,” I muttered. “I should probably take this.”
Tessa gave me an encouraging nod. “Go get ’em, tiger.”
I stepped away from the pool, taking a deep breath before answering. “Hello?”
“Where the hell is all my stuff?” Garrett shouted, not bothering with a greeting.
I leaned against a palm tree, surprisingly calm. “Oh, you noticed? I thought you’d be too busy ‘living the dream’ to care.”
“Don’t play games, Nora. What did you do?”
“I sold it,” I said simply. “All of it. Your precious fishing rods, that boat you never use, everything.”
There was a moment of stunned silence. Then, “You what? How could you!”
“How could I?” I interrupted, my voice rising. “How could you abandon your sick children for a beach vacation? How could you ignore everything I do for this family?”
“That’s different! I work hard to provide for you.”
“And I don’t?” I shot back. “I’m done, Garrett. Done with your selfishness, done with being taken for granted.”
He sputtered, “What are you saying?”
I took a deep breath. “I’m saying I want a divorce.”
The line went quiet. When Garrett spoke again, his voice was low and dangerous. “You’ll regret this, Nora. I’ll make sure of it.”
I hung up, my hands shaking. Part of me wanted to cry, to mourn the life we’d built together. But a larger part felt… free.
I walked back to the pool, where Tessa was indulging in a cocktail.
“Everything okay?” she asked, concern etched on her face.
I nodded, managing a small smile. “Yeah, I think it will be. I just told my husband I want a divorce.”
Tessa’s eyes widened. “Wow, that’s huge. How do you feel?”
“Scared,” I admitted. “But also relieved? Like I can finally breathe again.”
She squeezed my hand. “That’s totally normal. Trust me, it gets better.”
We spent the rest of the afternoon playing with the kids, building elaborate sandcastles and splashing in the waves. For the first time in years, I felt genuinely happy.
That night, as I tucked the kids into bed, Zach looked up at me with serious eyes. “Mom, are you and Dad getting divorced?”
My breath caught in my throat. “Why do you ask that, sweetie?”
He shrugged. “I heard you on the phone. And you seem happier here without him.”
I sat on the edge of his bed, choosing my words carefully. “Your dad and I have been having problems for a while now. We’re going to try to work things out, but… yes, we might get divorced.”
Zach nodded solemnly. “Okay. As long as you’re happy, Mom. That’s what matters.”
Tears pricked my eyes as I hugged him tight. “When did you get so wise, huh?”
After the kids were asleep, I stood on the balcony, watching the moonlight dance on the waves. My phone buzzed with a text from Garrett:
“This isn’t over. I’ll see you in court.”
I took a deep breath, letting the ocean air fill my lungs. The road ahead would be tough, but I felt ready to face whatever came my way.
As I crawled into bed, I thought about the uncertain future ahead of us. It was terrifying, yes, but also exhilarating. For the first time in years, I felt like I was taking control of my life.
Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but for now, I let the sound of the ocean lull me to sleep, dreaming of the fresh start waiting on the horizon.
What would you have done?
My Childhood Friend Betrayed Me & Stole My Winnings – He Cried for Forgiveness after I Taught Him a Lesson in Respect
Joshua and Steve, lifelong friends, buy a lottery ticket together and make a pact to split any winnings. When they hit the jackpot, Steve vanishes, leaving Joshua in shock. As rumors of Steve’s lavish new lifestyle spread, Joshua realizes his friend’s betrayal, igniting a battle for justice.
Steve and I have been best friends since we were knee-high to a grasshopper. We’ve weathered countless storms together, both literal and metaphorical.
I remember the time my car broke down in the middle of nowhere.
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Steve didn’t hesitate; he lent me his car for a week without a second thought. And let’s not forget the endless weekends he spent helping me renovate my house.
In turn, I’ve been there for him through his rough patches. When his marriage fell apart in a messy divorce, I was his sounding board and his support system, both emotionally and financially.
One rainy Friday evening, we were sitting on my porch, sipping beers and talking about life, never realizing this was the start of a sequence of events that would destroy our friendship.
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“Hey Josh, ever think about what you’d do if you hit the jackpot?” Steve asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
I laughed, shaking my head. “Man, if I had a dollar for every time I daydreamed about that, I’d already be rich. But seriously, I’d probably pay off the mortgage, maybe take the family on a world tour.”
Steve grinned. “Yeah, same here. But let’s make a pact, right here, right now. We buy a lottery ticket together, split the winnings 50/50, no matter what. Deal?”
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I raised my beer in a toast. “Deal. We each put in ten bucks, make it a twenty-dollar ticket. No backing out.”
It was a joke, really. A pipe dream. We never expected anything to come of it. But life has a funny way of surprising you.
A week later, we were sitting at the same spot, beers in hand, scratching off our ticket. I almost choked on my drink when the numbers lined up.
“Steve, do you see what I see?” I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest.
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Steve’s eyes widened, and then he started whooping with joy. “Holy cow, Josh! We did it! Ten million dollars!”
We hugged, jumping around like a couple of teenagers. I was already imagining all the ways I could make life better for my family. But first, we needed to celebrate.
“Let’s go tell Reyna, man. This is incredible!” I said, getting up to find my wife, Reyna, inside the house.
But Steve stopped me, a strange look on his face.
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“Actually, let’s keep this between us for a bit,” he muttered. “You know, figure out the best way to break the news. I don’t want my ex to come after me for more alimony.”
It seemed odd, but I trusted him. We had a bond that went deeper than blood. Or so I thought.
The next few days were a blur of euphoria. I tried calling Steve to plan our big reveal, but his phone was off. No biggie, I thought. Maybe he was taking a breather.
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But then days turned into weeks, and my calls went unanswered. I even drove by his place a few times, but it was dark and empty.
Worry gnawed at me. Had something happened to him? Was he in trouble? I started asking around, but no one had seen or heard from him. It was like he’d vanished into thin air.
One evening, while having dinner with Reyna, she mentioned something she’d heard through the grapevine.
“Did you know Steve quit his job? And apparently, he bought a house in Wyoming?”
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I felt a cold knot tighten in my stomach. Wyoming? He hadn’t mentioned anything to me about that. I decided to dig deeper.
Rumors were flying. Steve had been seen living it up, throwing money around like confetti. My anxiety turned into a gut-wrenching realization. He wasn’t missing. He was hiding! Hiding from me and our agreement.
I felt a sharp sting of betrayal. This was the man who’d stood by me through thick and thin, and now he was cutting me out of something we’d won together.
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I sat down with my phone, scrolling through old messages and photos. There it was—a selfie of us holding the winning ticket outside the corner store. Proof of our pact.
Determined to make things right, I collected every piece of evidence I could find. Texts, emails, anything that could support my case. It wasn’t just about the money; it was about principle, about trust.
I contacted a lawyer and filed a lawsuit against Steve.
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The courtroom was a sterile, intimidating room. The kind of place that saps the warmth out of your bones. I sat on one side, my lawyer, Sarah, by my side, while Steve sat opposite me with his lawyer.
He wouldn’t even meet my eyes.
Steve’s defense was brutal. His lawyer painted me as a greedy opportunist, someone trying to cash in on an old friendship.
“Mr. Lambert,” Steve’s lawyer began, “is it true that you have financial difficulties? Isn’t this lawsuit simply a means to solve your monetary problems at the expense of my client?”
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I clenched my fists, trying to keep my voice steady. “That’s not true. This is about an agreement we made. Steve and I promised to split the winnings. It’s about trust and keeping your word.”
Steve finally spoke, his voice cold. “Josh, you know things change. I never thought you’d actually go through with this. I mean, who sues their best friend?”
I felt a lump in my throat. “Who disappears with ten million dollars and leaves their best friend in the dark?” I countered. “You vanished, Steve. No calls, no explanations. Just gone.”
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The tension in the room was palpable. Sarah presented our evidence—texts, emails, and that selfie of us holding the winning ticket. The photo hit Steve hard; I saw a flicker of guilt cross his face.
“We had a deal,” I said, my voice breaking. “You promised, Steve.”
The court case dragged on for months. Each hearing felt like a fresh wound being reopened. Steve’s defense grew more desperate, and the strain was visible on both of us.
But I had to see this through. It wasn’t just for me—it was for my family and the principle of fairness.
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Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the court ruled in my favor. Steve was ordered to pay me half of the jackpot plus interest.
The victory was bittersweet. As the judge delivered the verdict, I realized it marked the end of a friendship I once thought unbreakable.
The day after the ruling, I was sitting on my porch, nursing a cup of coffee, when I saw Steve walking up the driveway. He looked different—defeated, smaller somehow.
“Josh,” he began, his voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I was overwhelmed. I made a huge mistake.”
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“I know I have to cover court costs, too,” he continued, “and it’s more than I can handle. Please, I’m begging you. I’ll give you three million if you drop the case. It’s all I can afford without ruining my life completely.”
I looked at him, memories of our shared past flashing through my mind. The countless times he’d been there for me, the laughter, the struggles.
Part of me wanted to forgive him, to take the offer and end this nightmare. But the betrayal cut too deep.
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“I appreciate your apology, Steve,” I said quietly. “But I can’t accept your offer. This isn’t just about the money. It’s about what we stood for. The principle of our agreement matters too much.”
Steve’s shoulders sagged, and he nodded, tears in his eyes. “I understand. I really screwed up, didn’t I?”
“Yeah,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “You did. But maybe this is a chance for both of us to start over.”
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He left, and as I watched him walk away, I felt a strange mix of sadness and relief. This was the end of an era, but also the beginning of a new chapter.
Steve was forced to liquidate his assets to comply with the court order. His extravagant lifestyle came to an abrupt end. I heard through mutual friends that he was struggling to rebuild his life, living more modestly now.
As for me, I received my rightful share of the winnings: five and a half million after interest.
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I paid off my debts, bought a comfortable home for my family, and invested wisely. The financial stability was a blessing, but the lessons learned were invaluable.
I reflected on the painful but valuable lessons about trust and friendship. The experience had hardened me, made me more cautious. I resolved to be more careful in the future, to ensure no one could take advantage of me again.
Life went on. I found new ways to rebuild, focusing on my family and the things that truly mattered. The wound from Steve’s betrayal would heal, but the scar would always remind me of the importance of trust and the price of betrayal.
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