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 as they stepped inside.
But one man couldn’t smile.
He froze in the aisle.
His sunglasses slipped from his hand.
