Room Key to the End of Our Marriage
The hotel called, politely reminding me that the condoms used last night were unpaid and had been charged to my membership card.
I was stunned. I'd been working late until midnight and hadn't set foot in any hotel.
I confronted my husband, the only person who knew my card code.
Nathan Phelps looked at me, bewildered. "Honey, that hotel costs over $10,000 a night. I'd never go there. It's probably a system error. Someone must have mistyped the card number. I'll file a complaint tomorrow."
Unconvinced, I called my best friend, who managed the hotel. "Tracy, check who Nathan was with at the hotel last night. I'm catching him red-handed."