Room Key to the End of Our Marriage

Summary

The hotel called, politely reminding me that the condoms used last night were unpaid and had been charged to my membership card.

I was stunned. I'd been working late until midnight and hadn't set foot in any hotel.

I confronted my husband, the only person who knew my card code.

Nathan Phelps looked at me, bewildered. "Honey, that hotel costs over $10,000 a night. I'd never go there. It's probably a system error. Someone must have mistyped the card number. I'll file a complaint tomorrow."