At 55, my life was falling apart. My marriage was over, and my novel was the only thing keeping me going. Then, my best friend Lana dragged me to the islands for a break. That’s where I met Eric—charming, attractive, and too good to resist. We had an unforgettable night, and I thought it could be a fresh start.
But the next morning, Eric was gone, and so was my novel. I overheard him and Lana plotting to steal it. I was furious, but when I called security, they found nothing on their phones. I knew they’d copied my work to a flash drive, so that night, I snuck into their room, found the drive, and copied everything onto my laptop.
The next day, I confronted them, casually dropping the flash drive in front of them. I’d already emailed publishers about their scam. I walked away victorious, reminding myself that trust is earned, and anything valuable should be protected.
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