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.
Alongside it, I placed a small snack packet.
Inside the packet was a card.
Ashley opened it.
The color drained from her face.
Written inside was another message.
Ashley, he wasn’t planning to divorce me. He told another woman the exact same thing before he told you.
Ashley gripped the card tightly.
“What is this supposed to mean?”
Ryan reached for it.
“Don’t listen to her. She’s upset.”
She pulled it away.
“No, Ryan. This doesn’t sound emotional.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“It sounds prepared.”
I continued serving passengers as though nothing unusual had happened.
Smiling.
Refilling drinks.
Offering blankets.
Answering questions.
Nobody in first class realized a bomb had just exploded in seat 2B.
And the flight had only begun.
The rest of the flight felt endless.
Neither Ryan nor Ashley touched much of the three-course meal served in first class.
The grilled salmon sat untouched on Ryan’s plate.
Ashley tore pieces from a dinner roll but never ate them.
Every time I walked past their row, I could feel Ryan watching me.
Waiting.
Wondering.
Trying to figure out what I knew.
The answer was simple.
Everything.
For months, I’d been putting together a puzzle he didn’t even realize existed.
