Married for a Decade, Betrayed in a Beauty Salon

As the holiday season neared, my usual beauty salon was fully booked. The staff inquired if I'd be willing to share a room, and I agreed, thinking it wouldn't be an issue.

My roommate turned out to be a young woman who seemed vaguely familiar.

At checkout, the woman's card was declined. "Honey, my beauty card is empty," she cooed into her phone.

"Sweetheart, hold on. I'll send you some money now. Is 20,000 enough?" A doting male voice responded, sounding eerily like my spouse, Dexter Keaton.

I laughed internally, believing I was being paranoid, when my phone alerted me: [20,000 withdrawn from my account.] Suddenly, I felt as if I'd plunged into a frozen lake, chilled to the bone.