My Husband Planned a Cancun Trip With His Mom and Sister — On My Money — and Sent Me to Dig Potatoes. Then His Cards Stopped Working

The terminal chimed.

Declined.

He frowned, took it back, and ran it again.

Declined.

“Do you have another form of payment, sir?” the clerk asked, still pleasant.

Jason reached into his wallet and pulled out a second card — the one he had built in his digital wallet from the numbers he had copied into his notebook.