My Husband Left Me Alone with Our Newborn Triplets to Go on a ‘Well-Deserved’ Solo Vacation – What He Found Inside His Suitcase at the Resort
“I can’t help anyone if I fall apart.”
“You haven’t helped anyone while holding yourself together, Ethan.”
His jaw tightened.
“I’m burned out, Kyra.”
I looked at Timothy’s tiny hand curled around my finger.
“Who takes care of me while you’re gone?”
“You’ll manage. Honestly, your hormones are making this bigger than it is.”
I looked down at the baby in my arms.
Six weeks old.
A body that still hurt when I stood too quickly.
And a husband packing for the beach.
“No,” I said. “I think I’ve finally started seeing everything for what it is.”
He left the room.
***
That evening, I used our shared tablet to order more diapers.
A message appeared at the top of the screen.
“We’ll meet you at the resort Thursday. Ben already booked his flight.”
Ethan entered the room and froze.
“You invited your friends?”
“Only for a few days.”
“You said you needed to be alone. You called this a solo adventure.”
“I need to be away from all this. That’s what I meant.”
I stood slowly.
“All this has names.”
“Kyra, don’t start.”
“Say them.”
“What?”
He rubbed his forehead.
“I know their names.”
“Then say them.”
“Kyra, I need a break with the guys.”
“You lied.”
***
I picked up my phone.
One of his friends, Ben, answered on the second ring.
“Hey, Kyra. How are the babies?”
“Did Ethan tell you I was going on this trip?”
“What? No.”
