“There isn’t a ticket for you.”
For a few seconds, I honestly thought he was joking.
Then his mother, Lorraine, smiled from behind him.
“This trip is for family, Claire.”
I just stared at them.
For six weeks, Mark had been calling the Hawaii vacation our “family reset.”
I had rearranged client meetings.
Bought new swimsuits.
Scheduled a house sitter.
Paid the deposit on the villa because Mark claimed his card was “having problems.”
His sister, Dana, had even texted me pictures of outfits she planned to wear to the luau.
And now all four of them were standing in my foyer with packed luggage.
Without me.
I looked at Mark.
“You knew the entire time I wasn’t going?”
He gave a small shrug.
“I didn’t want to deal with drama before the trip.”
I almost laughed.
Lorraine tilted her head.
“Use the week to think about where you fit into this family.”
Dana actually laughed.
Something inside me became very calm.
Not angry.
Calm.
I looked at Mark again.
“Who paid for the villa?”
He rolled his eyes.
“Claire, don’t start.”
“I asked you a question.”
“You paid the deposit. I took care of everything else.”
That answer mattered more than he realized.
For nearly a year, Mark had been encouraging me to move more of my consulting income into our joint accounts.
He called it trust.
I had started calling it suspicious.
Whenever I asked about them, Mark insisted they were temporary investments.
So I had quietly begun keeping copies.
Bank statements.
Transfers.
Emails.
Anything that seemed unusual.
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