When my aunt invited me on a last-minute Disneyland trip, I thought it was a nice surprise — until she vanished with my ID, phone, and money, leaving me stranded with one of her kids in a foreign country. By the time we boarded the train home, I had already planned my revenge. The trip was supposed to be a birthday celebration for her twins, but she treated me like a babysitter while ignoring us.
On the last day, I trusted her with my bag — phone, ID, everything. After a quick ride, she disappeared. Hours later, no sign of her.
On the train, she offered me a cold bread roll as “dinner.”
I ignored her and bought her son a big slice of chocolate cake. I was done being nice. Months later, when the family planned a mountain trip, I booked everything — except her.
The trip was amazing without her, and I made sure she saw every photo. Revenge tastes sweeter than Disneyland cake.
