After Surgery, My Wife Locked Me OutChapter 1

I dialed my wife's number from the operating room.

"Vanessa, I need you to come to the hospital right away."

Her voice on the other end was faint, as if she was holding something back.

"Marcus, I really can't leave right now… My parents came all the way from Wisconsin for the holidays, and the whole family is here…"

A sharp pain made cold sweat bead on my forehead, but through the receiver, I clearly heard another man's voice:

"I heard having surgery on Christmas brings a 'deathly vibe from the hospital' home, jinxing the family's good fortune for the coming year."

Vanessa gasped, agreeing:

"Honey, Chad is quite spiritual, he might have a point…"

"I'll book you a hotel suite. You can recover there after the surgery. When the holidays are over, you can come back."

No sooner had she spoken than my phone screen lit up with a notification – my black card had just been used for a $28,888 transaction at a luxury hotel.

Feasting on my dime, yet locking me out of my own home.

It was time to make them understand who the real owner of that card was.