My husband boarded a flight to Cancun with his mistress… never imagining that the wife he looked down on would be ser.ving him re.venge in first class.
“Good afternoon. Welcome aboard.” I said it with the same calm smile I’d worn thousands of times before—a smile that didn’t tremble even when something inside me was breaking. I stood at the aircraft door in my perfectly pressed uniform, my hair neatly pinned back, my posture straight and professional. Several passengers smiled back automatically…
