My Husband Took Me on a ‘Make-Up Hike’ to Save Our Marriage and Left Me on a Mountain – But Karma Struck Him Before Sunset

He crouched, touched my ankle once, then stood back up.

“You can still move.”

“Barely.”

“We’re close.”

I stared at him. “Close to what?”

“The overlook.”

That more than anything started to scare me.

I laughed because I thought he was kidding.

He wasn’t kidding.

He got me up and half-walked, half-dragged me farther up the trail. I was crying by then, partly from pain, partly from confusion. He was acting irritated, not worried.

That more than anything started to scare me.

When we finally reached the overlook, it was empty. Just a rocky ledge, a drop, and trees below us.

All day he had been cold, smug, impatient.

No people. No bench. No little romantic moment. Just sky and stone.

I sat down hard and said, “I can’t keep going. We need to go back.”

Mike set down the backpack and looked at me.