His Ex, My Bed: The Ultimate Betrayal

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I'm a neurosurgeon who makes seven figures. I support my husband, Jackson, and his entire family. For months, I planned the perfect St. Barts vacation for all of us, paying for every last detail. Two days before departure, Jackson dropped a bombshell. He gave my first-class ticket to his ex-girlfriend, Amber. My new itinerary? A series of budget flights, ending with a plane known for crashing into a cliffside. His family, living off my money, agreed. "You're resilient," he said. "Amber's more delicate." My own mother-in-law, whose safety concerns got her a first-class upgrade I paid for, told me Amber "needs this more than you do." I wasn't family. I was just their ATM, and my life was a small price to pay for their comfort. That night, I found Amber sleeping in my bed. The rage was cold and clear. I canceled the trip. I froze their accounts. And I called my lawyer. "File for divorce. And prepare to collect on the multi-million dollar loan they owe me."

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Chapter 1

I'm a neurosurgeon who makes seven figures. I support my husband, Jackson, and his entire family. For months, I planned the perfect St. Barts vacation for all of us, paying for every last detail.

Two days before departure, Jackson dropped a bombshell. He gave my first-class ticket to his ex-girlfriend, Amber.

My new itinerary? A series of budget flights, ending with a plane known for crashing into a cliffside.

His family, living off my money, agreed. "You're resilient," he said. "Amber's more delicate."

My own mother-in-law, whose safety concerns got her a first-class upgrade I paid for, told me Amber "needs this more than you do."

I wasn't family. I was just their ATM, and my life was a small price to pay for their comfort.

That night, I found Amber sleeping in my bed. The rage was cold and clear. I canceled the trip. I froze their accounts. And I called my lawyer.

"File for divorce. And prepare to collect on the multi-million dollar loan they owe me."

Chapter 1

I never thought the day would come when my husband, Jackson, would trade my first-class seat for his ex-girlfriend' s budget fare, especially when I was paying for everything. Jackson was a personal trainer. Not just any trainer, but one who specialized in 'boutique wellness,' which meant he worked with a handful of clients who paid a lot for not much. This St. Barts vacation was my idea. My gift. As a neurosurgeon, my weeks were measured in lives saved and million-dollar invoices. My hands, steady and precise, earned more in a single consultation than Jackson made in a month of his 'wellness' sessions. The disparity wasn't just stark; it was astronomical. My seven-figure income dwarfed his modest earnings, a fact we rarely spoke about but that hummed beneath every conversation like a low-frequency drone.

I'd spent months planning this trip. Months. Every detail, from the private villa to the bespoke excursions, had been meticulously organized by me. St. Barts isn't a quick hop. It requires multiple flights, private charters, and permits. It's a place where luxury meets logistical nightmares if you don't know what you're doing. Visas, transfers, health declarations – I handled every single piece of paperwork. For six people. Including Jackson's parents, Jefferson and Cornelia, and his twenty-year-old sister, Jordan. Not once did any of them offer to help. Their contribution was simply showing up with their designer luggage, packed with clothes I' d bought for them.

Jefferson and Cornelia lived in my guest house. A sprawling, renovated carriage house on my estate that they called their 'annex.' Their 'old money' fortune had disappeared years ago, leaving them with nothing but a sense of entitlement and my bank accounts. Jordan, still in college, had never known a life without my financial support. Her sorority fees, her luxury car, her endless wardrobe – all on my dime. And I didn't resent it. Not truly. I loved Jackson. I loved his family, or at least the idea of them. I enjoyed being the provider, the one who could make their dreams of a lavish life come true.

My work was my passion. My name, Dr. Hailey Hogan, resonated in the medical community. I was flying to conferences, presenting breakthroughs, saving lives. I was good at what I did, and it showed. Taking time off was an operation in itself, requiring months of rescheduling surgeries and delegating critical cases. My patients depended on me. When Cornelia expressed 'concerns' about the charter flight's safety, I upgraded everyone to first-class commercial flights, despite the exorbitant cost. 'For peace of mind,' she'd said, nodding primly.

Two days before departure, Jackson dropped the bombshell. "Hailey," he began, fidgeting with his watch, "Amber's joining us."

Amber? His ex-girlfriend? The one who abandoned him when his family went broke?

"Yeah. She's going through a tough time, and Mom and Dad really wanted her there. So, we, uh, swapped your first-class ticket for hers. You'll be taking the budget route with the other, uh, connections."

My phone buzzed. A PDF attachment. 'St. Barts Budget Route – Hailey Hogan.' It detailed a series of puddle-jumper flights, layovers in obscure islands, and a final, terrifying propeller plane landing on a famously short, cliff-side runway. I googled the last leg. 'One of the world's most dangerous airports.' Annual fatalities. My blood ran cold.

My voice was a whisper, laced with ice. "Jackson, what in God's name did you just say? Why is Amber coming? And why am I taking that death trap of a route?"

He shrugged, avoiding my eyes. "She needs a break, Hailey. And the family... they just connect with her, you know? It's been a long time since she felt like part of us."

A cold, hard knot formed in my stomach. It wasn't just anger. It was a primal rage, bubbling up from a place I hadn't known existed. My brain replayed Cornelia's 'safety concerns' for her first-class seat. My own safety, apparently, was negotiable. My life, expendable.

"Jackson, are you telling me that Amber, your ex-girlfriend who abandoned you, is more important to this family than your wife? The one who paid for everything?" My voice was rising, a tremor in it. My hands started to shake. My jaw clenched so tight I felt pain shoot through my temples. My vision narrowed. "So, I get to risk my life on a plane that practically flies into a mountain, while your ex-girlfriend sips champagne in my seat? The seat I paid for?"

"Well, someone had to give up their seat, Hailey," he mumbled, still not looking at me. "And you're... resilient. You can handle it. Amber's more delicate."

"Delicate? Jackson, this isn't just uncomfortable. People die on that route. It's a known fact."

"Hailey, don't be dramatic. It's just a flight. Think of it as an adventure! Besides, it's for the family. You always say you'd do anything for us." His words were a sickening balm, failing to soothe the fire in my veins.

I turned to Jefferson and Cornelia, who were conveniently engrossed in a magazine. "Mom? Dad? You hear this?" Jefferson cleared his throat, not looking up. Cornelia adjusted her glasses.

"Hailey, darling," Cornelia said, finally. "It's just a little inconvenience. Amber's been through so much. She lost her investment portfolio, you know. She needs this more than you do. You're so strong, you'll be fine." Her tone was dismissive, condescending.

Jordan, scrolling on her new phone (a gift from me), chimed in, "Yeah, Hailey. Don't be such a drama queen. Amber's really sweet. You'll get there eventually."

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. It was a hollow, empty sound. "Eventually. Right."

"So, let me get this straight," I said, my voice dangerously low. "I arrange the trip, pay for everything, provide for all of you, and in return, my safety is compromised, my comfort is sacrificed, and my first-class seat is given to an ex-girlfriend who couldn't care less about any of you, all while you all sit here and agree this is perfectly acceptable?"

Jackson's face flushed. "Hailey! Stop making such a big deal out of nothing! Amber is family to us, she always has been!"

"She was here before you, Hailey. She understands us. We have history," he insisted, as if history was a valid currency for betrayal. "A good wife, a good person, would understand. She'd make the sacrifice for the greater good of the family vacation," he finished, his eyes daring me to disagree.

Just then, the front door swung open. A vision in a perfectly tailored travel outfit, a designer carry-on in hand, stepped in. Amber Compton. Jordan practically leaped off the couch. "Amber! You're here! Oh my god, I missed you so much!" She enveloped Amber in a hug tighter than any she'd ever given me.

Amber's pearl necklace gleamed under the foyer lights. Her silk scarf, a limited edition from Paris, draped elegantly over her shoulder. Every detail screamed "luxury," a stark contrast to the 'tough time' Jackson claimed she was having. "It's been forever!" Jordan gushed. "It's so awful you had to miss out on all our good times these past few years." The implication hung heavy in the air: our good times, meaning the good times I had paid for. Cornelia rose, a genuine smile gracing her lips, a warmth I hadn't seen directed at me in years. "Amber, darling! Welcome home! It just hasn't been the same without you." They gathered around her, a tight-knit circle, laughing and chatting, completely ignoring me, the woman standing in the middle of her own living room, the one who had made all this possible. They were celebrating her return, not my presence.

The ice in my stomach spread, coating my entire being. It wasn't just anger anymore. It was a profound, chilling emptiness. A clarity. I wasn't their wife. I wasn't their daughter-in-law. I was just their ATM, and they had just drained my last drop of patience.