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
“I froze them.”
“Why would you do that?!”
“Because someone went into my private nightstand,” I said, “took my emergency card, and copied my full account number and my security code into a notebook, without my permission.
I take that sort of thing seriously.”
A long silence came down the line, all the way from the Riviera Maya.
“Clara,” he finally stammered, “don’t be ridiculous.