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

“Thank you,” I said. “That was helpful.”

My suitcase appeared on the carousel. I pulled it down, extended the handle, and turned away.

Ryan followed.

“Where are you going?”

“To my supplier meeting,” I said. “Unlike you, I actually came to Denver for business.”

“Claire, you can’t just walk away from me.”

I stopped and studied him.

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