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.
Ashley exited first.
As she passed, I handed her a large manila envelope.
She frowned.
“I think this belongs to you.”
Ryan’s eyes widened instantly.
“Valerie—”
But it was too late.
Ashley had already taken it.
Neither of them opened it until they reached the terminal.
I didn’t need to be there to know what happened next.
Because I had planned every detail.
Three hours after landing, my phone buzzed.
The message came from an unknown number.
It contained only seven words.
You were right about everything. Thank you.
Ashley.
I stared at the screen for a moment.
Then I deleted the message.
I wasn’t interested in revenge anymore.
I was interested in freedom.
Later that evening, another text arrived.
This one from Ryan.
Please call me.
I ignored it.
Five minutes later:
This isn’t what it looks like.
