Emma had always dreamed of returning to school and changing her career.
After years of saving, she was ready to make her dream a reality.
But an unexpected betrayal from her husband, Jack, turned her plans upside, leading to bold moves and emotional confrontations.
My name is Emma, and I’m a mother of three. Life has been a rollercoaster ever since I went on maternity leave, one baby after another.
Jack and I had been trying to balance everything, but mostly it was me at home, trying to keep things together while dreaming of getting back into the workforce.
For years, I worked part-time from home, doing whatever I could to contribute to our finances and save up for my education.
My dream was to switch careers, to work full-time once the kids were old enough to go to school. It was a small light at the end of a long tunnel, something that kept me going.
One evening, while tidying up, I overheard Jack talking to his friend Adam.
I paused, not intending to eavesdrop, but Adam’s loud laughter and the topic of their conversation caught my attention.
“Man, your wife is so cool! Linda told me that Emma was going to study again. That’s WOW!” Adam’s voice boomed through the phone.
Linda is Adam’s wife and my school friend.
We met in a grocery store the other day and got talking.
Jack laughed dismissively, and I felt my heart warm at Adam’s words, only for it to shatter with Jack’s response.
“Oh, come on! Do you think I’d let her spend that money on studying when I have an old TV and PlayStation?! I already ordered them with her money.”
My knees went weak.
How DARE he?! I was fuming. That money was my hard-earned savings, my ticket to a better future for our family.
My anger quickly transformed into determination. I decided to take control of the situation.
First, I hid Jack’s TV and PlayStation in the basement, under old sheets and behind boxes of Christmas decorations. He considered them old anyway, right?
Then, I found the information on the new TV and PlayStation he had ordered.
With the order number and details in hand, I took a deep breath and dialed the retailer’s customer service number.
“Thank you for calling TechWorld, this is Sarah. How can I assist you today?” a cheerful voice greeted me.
“Hi, Sarah. This is Emma, Mr.
Jack Evans’ wife. I need to cancel an order my husband recently placed,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “He’s on a business trip and asked me to cancel on his behalf.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, Mrs.
Evans. Could you please provide me with the order number and your contact details for verification?”
I read out the order number, glancing at the email confirmation on Jack’s laptop. “The order number is 372841.”
Sarah typed away on her end.
“Thank you. Let me pull up your order. Okay, I see your husband has ordered a TV and a PlayStation.
May I ask why you want to cancel?”
I took a deep breath, trying to keep my story straight. “We had a sudden change of plans and won’t be needing the items anymore. Also, I’d like the refund processed to a different account.”
There was a brief pause on the line.
“Alright, Mrs. Evans. We can certainly help with that.
Could you please provide the new account details?”
“Yes, please update the refund to go to Emma Evans’ account instead.”
“Got it. One moment while I make those changes.” I could hear Sarah’s fingers flying over the keyboard. “Okay, the details have been updated.
The order has been canceled, and the refund will be processed within three to five business days to the new account provided.”
I let out a silent sigh of relief. “Thank you so much, Sarah. You’ve been very helpful.”
“You’re welcome, Mrs.
Evans. Is there anything else I can assist you with today?”
“No, that’s all. Thanks again.”
“Have a great day, Mrs.
Evans.”
I hung up the phone, a mixture of triumph and nervousness bubbling inside me. I couldn’t believe I had pulled it off. The refund would soon be in my account, safely away from Jack’s impulsive spending.
A few days later, Jack came home yelling, “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?”
I looked up from the dinner I was preparing, feigning surprise.
“What happened?”
“You’re asking me?” Jack’s face was a deep shade of red. “Where the hell is the TV and PlayStation?!”
“Oh, I sold them. They were old, remember?” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
Inside, I was buzzing with nervous energy, eager to see Jack’s reaction. In reality, I hadn’t sold them: they were still in the basement. I just wanted to teach him a lesson.
“Emma, how dare you?” Jack was seething, his fists clenching and unclenching.
He then took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
“It’s fine. I ordered new ones anyway.”
“About that,” I started, enjoying the suspense. “You should prepare to live without a TV and PlayStation because the new ones aren’t arriving anytime soon.”
Jack’s eyes widened in confusion.
“What? Why?”
“I canceled the order and got the refund,” I said, keeping my tone as nonchalant as possible.
Jack’s face turned red with anger. “You had no right!
That was MY stuff!”
“Funny, isn’t it?” I shot back, not missing a beat. “How you think you have a right to use MY college fund for a TV and a PlayStation.”
He looked shocked, then tried to backpedal. “I was just, I’m…”
“Oh, stop mumbling.
I’m just disgusted. All MY money is safely in my own account, and I’ve got a scholarship application pending.”
Jack was furious, but there wasn’t much he could do. I had taken the necessary steps to secure my future, and I wasn’t backing down.
Over the next few weeks, I made sure to keep my plans moving forward. I spent my evenings after the kids were in bed, pouring over scholarship applications and preparing for my courses.
One day, while Jack was at work, I received an email. My heart raced as I opened it.
I got the scholarship! That was the final nail in the coffin of his plans.
Later that evening, Jack came home, tired from work. I knew I had to tell him.
I waited until after dinner when the kids were in bed.
“Jack, I have some news,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
He looked up, already suspicious. “What is it now?”
“I got the scholarship. I’m starting my courses next month.”
His face twisted with anger.
“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?”
“No, Jack. I’m just taking control of my life. Something you clearly don’t understand.”
He slammed his fist on the table.
“This is ridiculous, Emma! How are we supposed to manage everything? Who’s going to take care of the kids while you’re off playing student?”
“I’ve arranged everything,” I replied calmly.
“I’ll be studying during the day while the kids are at school, and I’ll still be here in the evenings. We’ll manage just fine.”
Jack’s eyes narrowed. “And what about money?
How are we going to afford this?”
“I have my savings, and the scholarship covers most of it. We’ll be fine.”
He tried to guilt-trip me, his voice dropping to a softer tone. “Emma, we need to be practical.
What if something goes wrong?”
I stood firm. “Nothing will go wrong, Jack. I’ve thought this through.
This is something I need to do for myself and our future.”
The weeks leading up to the start of my courses were tense. Jack barely spoke to me, his resentment simmering just below the surface. But I refused to let it affect me.
I focused on my studies and made sure our kids were taken care of, proving that I could do it all.
The first day of classes was nerve-wracking. I kissed the kids goodbye and walked into the college campus with a mixture of excitement and anxiety.
The lecture halls were filled with students of all ages, each with their own story, and their struggles. It felt good to be among them, to be part of something bigger.
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