My Husband Urged Me to Pay for His Luxury ‘Guys’ Trip’ – If Only I Had Known Sooner Who He Was Really Traveling With

“I didn’t know where else to go,” she said softly.

“You will. It will get clearer and easier… I promise.”

She hugged me before falling asleep on our couch.

I truly believed I was helping her heal.

The night Blake told me about the trip came weeks later, after I had tucked the kids into bed and finally sat down with a glass of wine.

I truly believed I was helping her heal.

My husband walked in holding a glossy brochure, his expression boyish and excited in a way I had not seen in a long time.

“The guys are planning something big, Rach,” he said, spreading the pages across the coffee table. “It’s a luxury resort with private villas. And first-class flights, of course.”

“Blake, that sounds… expensive.”