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.
One lie at a time.
One receipt at a time.
One deleted message at a time.
And now the picture was complete.
A passenger seated behind them smiled as I refilled his coffee.
“You’ve got the best service I’ve seen in years.”
“Thank you, sir,” I replied.
Ryan lowered his eyes.
Because that had always been the irony of our marriage.
I had spent years treating everyone with kindness.
Everyone except myself.
I had protected his reputation.
Protected his comfort.
Protected his secrets.
And all it had cost me was my dignity.
Not anymore.
When we finally landed in Cancun, applause broke out throughout the cabin.
Sunlight poured through the windows.
Passengers switched on their phones.
Families gathered their belongings.
Vacationers hurried to begin their holidays.
Ryan stood before the seatbelt sign was even turned off.
He wanted to escape.
He wanted to get away from me.
He wanted this entire nightmare to disappear.
But I was waiting at the aircraft door.
Straight-backed.
Calm.
Professional.
Exactly as I had been when he’d boarded.
“Thank you for flying with us,” I said warmly. “Enjoy your stay.”
