I boarded a plane with my mistress, thinking my wife was far away—then she appeared in a flight attendant’s uniform, smiling as she exposed everything in front of us

later, checking overhead bins.

She leaned close enough that only we could hear.

“Is the champagne enough to celebrate your meeting in Nashville?”

Trinity turned slowly.

“Nashville?”

I had no answer.

Dakota walked away, calm and graceful, but I knew that look. She wasn’t broken.

She was planning.

PART 2

I couldn’t sleep the entire flight.

Trinity sat beside me,continue reading …