This happened during a multi-day mountain hike with my husband and some friends. It was supposed to be a celebration of our fifth anniversary—a reconnection trip in the wilderness.
One night, I woke up in our tent and noticed he was gone. The space beside me was cold, the sleeping bag unzipped. I waited for twenty minutes, assuming he had just gone to use the bathroom, but he didn’t return. Eventually, I drifted back to sleep.
I asked him in the morning, but he looked at me with total confusion. He said I must’ve dreamed it—he claimed he’d been beside me all night, sound asleep. He was so convincing, laughing it off and telling me the altitude was messing with my head, that I actually let it go.
The next night, I woke again, and he was gone.
The entire camp was silent. The fire was dead, just a pile of smoking embers.
This time, I left the tent to see where he kept disappearing to. I put on my boots without lacing them and crept out into the freezing air. I wandered through the camp, checking near the latrines, but they were empty. Then, I saw a faint glow of a flashlight moving through the trees about fifty yards away, heading toward the ridge that overlooked the valley.
I followed, completely unprepared for what I was about to learn about my husband just five minutes later.
In the distance, I suddenly heard voices. I stopped breathing, stepping carefully over the dried pine needles to avoid making a sound. I ducked behind a massive boulder and peered around the edge.
There was my husband, Mark. He wasn’t alone. Standing with him was my best friend, Sarah, who had organized the trip for us.
My stomach dropped. I immediately assumed they were having an affair. I prepared myself to jump out and scream at them, to catch them in the act. But then, I heard the tone of their voices. It wasn’t romantic. It was frantic.
“You have to calm down,” Mark hissed.
“I can’t!” Sarah was crying, her voice a harsh whisper. “She was talking about how much she loves you by the fire tonight. Mark, I can’t do this anymore. We have to tell her.”
“We tell her nothing,” Mark snapped, grabbing Sarah’s shoulders. “Do you realize how deep we are? If she finds out about the accounts now, I go to jail, and you go down as an accomplice. We need two more days.”
I froze. Accounts? Jail?
“The transfer hasn’t cleared,” Mark continued, his face looking sinister in the moonlight. “Once we get back to service range on Thursday, I move the rest of her inheritance into the offshore holding. Then I file for divorce. But until that money is gone, she has to believe everything is perfect.”
“She’s my best friend,” Sarah sobbed.
“And you’re the one who forged her signature on the bank release forms,” Mark reminded her coldly. “We are in this together. Just keep her happy. Keep her distracted. Once we get off this mountain, she’s bankrupt, and we’re gone.”
I slid down the back of the boulder, my hand clamped over my mouth to stop the scream rising in my throat. They weren’t sleeping together. They were stealing everything I had. My husband and my best friend had brought me into the middle of nowhere not to celebrate our marriage, but to keep me occupied while they drained my life savings.
I looked back toward the dark tents. I was miles from civilization, alone in the woods with two people who had destroyed my life. I knew I couldn’t confront them there—not on the edge of a cliff in the dark.
I crawled back to the tent, my heart pounding against my ribs like a hammer. I slipped back into my sleeping bag and lay there, staring at the canvas roof, waiting for Mark to come back so I could pretend to be asleep.
The hike down begins at sunrise. They think they’re walking down to a payday. They don’t know that the first thing I’m doing when I get a signal isn’t posting a photo—it’s calling the police.
