At 55, my life was a mess. My marriage and family life were over. The only thing keeping me sane was my novel. My best friend Lana showed up one day.

“That’s it,” she said. “We’re going to the islands. You need a break. Let’s have some fun!”

I was like, what the hell, let’s go.

That’s when Eric showed up. Hot, smart, sweet, and so damn charming—he had it all. I knew the age gap was ridiculous, but who cares? I couldn’t resist him. We had the most magical night, and I thought, finally, a fresh start.

But the next morning? No Eric. And worse, no files on my laptop with my entire novel. Freaking out, I ran to Lana’s room but stopped dead when I heard HIS voice inside.

Eric: We just need to pitch it to the right publisher.
Lana: She’ll never know what hit her.

I gripped the doorframe, my heart hammering in my chest. No. This couldn’t be happening.

I took a shaky step back, trying to make sense of it. Eric and Lana? Pitching it? My book—my soul—was gone, and they were standing right there, plotting to take it from me.

My stomach churned. I should’ve burst in, should’ve screamed, should’ve done something. But I just stood there, frozen, my mind refusing to accept what was happening.

Lana laughed, her voice light, almost playful. “She’s so naive, Eric. She thinks this is some whirlwind romance. God, she probably woke up thinking you were The One.”

Eric chuckled. “She’s a good writer, I’ll give her that. But she’s careless. Leaving her laptop open? Come on. She practically handed it to us.”

I felt sick. Every word, every late-night rewrite, every emotion I poured into that book—it was mine. Mine. And they were going to steal it.

No. Not a chance.

I turned on my heel and walked straight back to my room, forcing myself to breathe. My hands were trembling as I grabbed my phone.

First, I checked my cloud storage. Please, please, let there be a backup.

Nothing.

Damn it! I had been so paranoid about saving everything on my laptop that I never backed it up anywhere else. Rookie mistake.

I wasn’t about to let them get away with it. I called the hotel front desk. “I need security at Room 312. Right now.”

The receptionist hesitated. “Is there a problem, ma’am?”

“Yes. Someone stole something from me, and they’re in that room right now.”

I wasn’t going to give Lana and Eric time to cover their tracks.

Minutes later, I heard a knock on their door. I cracked mine open just enough to see a security guard standing there, looking mildly annoyed.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” he said to Lana when she answered in her robe, looking completely unbothered. “We received a report of stolen property.”

Lana blinked, then turned on a dazzling, innocent smile. “Stolen? Oh my gosh, no. There must be some mistake.”

Eric appeared behind her, frowning. “What’s this about?”

I stepped into the hallway. “You know what this is about.” My voice was sharp, cutting. “Where’s my book, Eric?”

His jaw tightened, but he played dumb. “Book?”

Lana sighed dramatically. “Oh, come on. You’re really going to accuse us of stealing your book?” She folded her arms. “I mean, be real, do you even have proof?”

Proof. I clenched my fists. She knew damn well I didn’t.

Security gave me a skeptical look. “Ma’am, if you don’t have any evidence—”

“I do,” I blurted. “Check their devices. If they copied my files, it’ll be there.”

Lana scoffed. “That’s ridiculous. I don’t even—”

Eric cut her off. “Fine. Check.” He handed over his phone with a casual shrug. “We’ve got nothing to hide.”

I narrowed my eyes. He was too calm. He knew I wouldn’t find anything.

The guard checked his phone, then Lana’s. Nothing. No files, no emails, nothing linking them to my novel.

I felt my stomach drop.

Lana smirked. “See? False accusation. I’d like an apology.”

I wanted to scream. They were lying. I knew it. But how?

Security apologized, and Lana put on her best oh-I’m-so-hurt act while I stood there, furious and helpless.

When the guards left, she leaned in, lowering her voice. “You should’ve been more careful.”

Eric just gave me a slow, satisfied smile. “Better luck next time, sweetheart.”

They closed the door.

I stood there, shaking with rage.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I paced my room, my mind racing.

Then it hit me.

They didn’t copy it. They didn’t have to. If they’d emailed the files, there’d be a trace. But if they moved them onto a flash drive? That wouldn’t leave a digital footprint.

I needed to get it back.

At 3 AM, I slipped out of my room. I knew Lana’s habits—she slept like a rock, always had. Eric? No idea.

I crept to their door. If they left the flash drive in the room…

Slowly, carefully, I slid the keycard I’d swiped from Lana’s beach bag earlier.

Click.

I slipped inside.

Their room was dark. The sound of Lana’s soft snoring filled the space. I scanned the room, heart pounding.

Eric’s bag was on the chair. I unzipped it, feeling around. Clothes. A wallet. And then—

My fingers brushed something smooth and plastic. Flash drive.

Got it.

I turned to leave—but the floor creaked.

I froze.

Eric stirred. My pulse skyrocketed.

He rolled over. Mumbled something. Then went still.

I exhaled slowly, then slipped out the door, closing it softly behind me.

Back in my room, I plugged the flash drive into my laptop. Please, please, please.

There it was. My novel. Every word.

I copied everything and emailed it to myself, saved it to multiple drives. Then, for good measure, I deleted it from the flash drive.

I wasn’t done yet.

The next morning, I walked into the hotel lobby, my head high. Eric and Lana were there, laughing over breakfast.

I strolled over, dropping the flash drive onto their table.

“You dropped this.”

Lana’s face paled. Eric’s smile vanished.

“You know,” I said lightly, “I sent an email to every major publisher last night. Told them about a little scam where a nobody tries to steal manuscripts and pass them off as their own.” I smiled sweetly. “I may have included your names.”

Eric stiffened. “You’re bluffing.”

“Try me.”

Lana shot to her feet, glaring. “You—”

I held up a hand. “Don’t bother. You lost.”

I walked away.

And just like that, I won.

Lesson learned: Trust, but verify. Not everyone is who they seem. And if you pour your heart into something, protect it like your life depends on it.

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