At the airport, I almost let go of my suitcase when I saw my husband’s arm wrapped around a younger woman’s waist. But instead of yelling, I smiled and said, “What a surprise… big brother, aren’t you going to introduce me?” Her face turned deathly pale. My husband froze completely, like the ground had disappeared beneath him. In that instant, I knew their secret was far worse than simple betrayal—and I was about to rip it open.
I nearly dropped my suitcase right there in Terminal B.
The wheels of my carry-on caught on a crack in the tile, jolting my grip, but that wasn’t what made my heart stop. It was what I saw ten feet ahead—my husband, Ethan, standing by the departure board with his arm draped around a young blonde woman’s waist like it was exactly where it belonged. Like she belonged to him.
For a moment, everything blurred. The announcements overhead, a baby crying somewhere behind me, the line at the coffee stand—none of it felt real anymore. All I could focus on was Ethan’s hand resting possessively on her hip and the way she leaned into him like this wasn’t new.
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