I Surprised My Husband With Tickets To Rome. When He Opened His Wallet, I Found A Set Of Tickets Already There—With Someone Else’s Name

At 7 a.m., I set two glossy tickets on the kitchen table and told Mark to pack light. It was our first real break in years, a simple European getaway I’d saved for quietly. He smiled, reached for his wallet to grab his ID, and that’s when a second set of tickets slid out. My name wasn’t on them. My hands went cold, but my voice stayed steady, like a reporter reading copy. I asked who they were for, and he blinked like he needed more time. Before he answered, Lisa texted me: I need to tell you something about Mark today—don’t get on that plane.