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

the seat pocket. Then I smiled—slow, cold—because something inside me had already gone still.

“Oh, really?” I said quietly. “Because it looks like my husband is flying to Denver with the assistant he told me not to worry about.”

Chloe jerked upright so fast the blanket slipped from her shoulder. Her mouth opened, but no continue reading …