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

seat booked under my name, paid with my card, for a conference where I was the keynote speaker. The topic was crisis leadership, which almost made me laugh when the invitation came.

I wore a cream pantsuit, gold earrings, and the calm expression of a woman who had survived public humiliation without becoming bitter.

As the plane climbed above the clouds,continue reading …