Arthur had been living for weeks with just one thought — the upcoming secret trip. He meticulously planned the vacation with his young mistress: he chose the resort, booked a trip for two, and hid the documents in the car, under a folder with papers. For his wife, he prepared a different version of events — a fake business trip order, supposedly urgent.
In the evening, he returned home, pretending to be tired.
“I have to leave for a business trip tomorrow,” he said.
His wife simply nodded — for several months, Arthur had been distant and irritable. However, he was so sure of his lie that he didn’t even consider for a moment that she had already known the truth for a long time.
She had suspected him for a while. Her intuition told her it wasn’t work — it was another woman.
She didn’t have any proof. Until that evening.
Late at night, when Arthur fell asleep, she quietly went down to the garage. She turned on a flashlight and started searching the car. It didn’t take her long — she quickly found what she was looking for: a carefully folded vacation offer for two people, with the name of the mistress written in the “second person” section.
FOR A MOMENT, SHE FROZE. IT WAS A BLOW, EVEN THOUGH SHE HAD EXPECTED IT. BUT AFTER A MOMENT, SHE REGAINED HER COMPOSURE. SHE WENT BACK HOME AND SAT IN THE KITCHEN IN SILENCE FOR A LONG TIME.
She could have caused a scene. She could have thrown his things out the window or called that woman.
But she chose something entirely different. By morning, she had a plan ready. And what this calm, reasonable wife did turned out to be a real shock for Arthur 
She took a bag of flour and carefully divided it into several small, transparent zip-lock bags. They looked suspicious — enough to raise interest, but they were completely harmless.
She hid them among her husband’s clothes in his suitcase.
On the day of departure, Arthur was in excellent spirits. His mistress walked beside him. He suspected nothing.
But when the suitcase passed through the scanner at the airport, suddenly an alarm went off. The staff exchanged glances and approached Arthur:
“Sir, please come with us to a separate room.”
The mistress tensed up:
“What’s happening?”
“Routine check,” muttered one of the officers.
Arthur calmly followed them — he was convinced he only had swim trunks, shorts, and flip-flops inside.
But when they placed the suitcase in front of him and one of the officers pulled out several small bags with white powder, Arthur felt his hands go cold.
“What is this?” asked the officer sternly.
“I… I don’t know!” stammered Arthur.
THE HOURS OF INTERROGATION BEGAN. THE SAME QUESTIONS OVER AND OVER. CHECKING DOCUMENTS. EXPERTS CALLED IN.
The mistress called him dozens of times, until finally, she stopped. Exhausted from waiting, she flew on her own.
After several long, exhausting hours, an expert entered the room.
“We’ve tested the substance. It’s… regular flour.”
The officers exchanged glances — this time clearly irritated.
“You may go. But your flight has already departed.”
Arthur left, clutching his suitcase tightly. He tried calling his mistress — she didn’t answer. He returned home completely shattered.
WHEN HE OPENED THE DOOR, HIS HEART FROZE. THERE WAS NOBODY HOME. HIS WIFE HAD TAKEN THE CHILDREN AND LEFT.
