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.
I noticed their matching luggage.
I saw the fear in Ryan’s eyes.
Then I smiled even wider.
“Mr. Carter,” I said professionally. “Your seats are 2A and 2B.”
Ryan walked past me without speaking.
Ashley followed behind him, swallowing her pride.
A few minutes later, after they sat down, Ryan discovered a folded cocktail napkin waiting on his tray table.
His fingers trembled as he opened it.
Only one sentence was written in blue ink.
Funny. I didn’t realize Austin had beaches.
Ryan stared at the note as though it might explode.
His chest visibly tightened.
Ashley snatched it from his hand and read it.
The confidence she’d been wearing all morning vanished instantly.
“I told you she’d find out someday,” she hissed.
Ryan lowered his voice.
“Relax. She’s working. She’s not going to make a scene.”
