The Customs Stop That Turned His “Paradise” Into A Holding Room
I heard the security officer’s words clearly.
“Sir, the card used for this booking has been flagged in connection with suspected fraud.”
“We need both travelers to accompany us to clarify the situation.”
My husband’s face drained so fast it looked unreal.
He stammered.
“It’s my wife’s card—she gave me permission. Call her!”
The mistress turned to him, confused.
“Carlos… what do you mean flagged?”
That’s when I stepped out from behind the pillar.
He saw me and froze like he’d been hit with an electric current.
