At 30,000 feet, I caught my husband with his secretary—but by the time we landed, he had lost everything.

“Don’t be dramatic.”

That word.

Dramatic.

The favorite excuse of men who create chaos and blame women for noticing it.

I turned to him slowly. “You lied about your destination. You brought your assistant on the same flight. You let a flight attendant call her your wife. She was asleep in your lap. And your response is to call me dramatic?”

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