They say revenge is best served cold—what I did was freezing.

But when my grandsons left my wife, Laura, stranded at a gas station,

it wasn’t about revenge. It was about teaching them a lesson they’d never forget.

Laura and I have been married 43 years. I worked hard all my life to provide,

but in retirement, my focus shifted to her—the woman who stood by me through everything.

Our twin grandsons, Kyle and Dylan, came over one day with a

“surprise” for her birthday: a trip to Washington,

D.C. to see the cherry blossoms. Laura was touched to tears.

But two days into the trip, she called me—trembling.

They’d used her to fund the whole vacation, then left her at a gas station while they took her car to go partying.

No money. No food. Alone at midnight. I picked her up and drove home in silence,

her story burning in my chest the whole way. Three days later, I texted the boys: