kissed my forehead and told me he was flying to Dallas for an important business meeting. I believed him, because believing had long become a habit. Then I saw his name on the passenger list. Adrian Salvatore. For a few seconds, I convinced myself it had to be someone else. But then he boarded the plane. And he wasn’t alone.

A younger woman walked beside him, elegant and confident, wrapped in luxury as if it belonged to her. His hand rested on her back in a way that said everything before either of them spoke. Her eyes met mine, and in that instant, I saw the certainty in her expression falter.

I didn’t react. I didn’t cause a scene. I straightened my shoulders and smiled professionally.

“Welcome aboard, Adrian. I hope your Dallas trip is going well.”

He froze for a second.

“Oh… do you two know each other?”

I turned calmly to the woman.

“You could say that. I helped him sign the most important contracts of his life. Please follow me to seats 2A and 2B.”

She looked confused, but not yet worried.

I walked away first.

And that was the moment everything began to shift.

Part 2:

Once the plane reached cruising altitude and the cabin lights dimmed, I stepped into the galley and placed both hands on the counter. My fingers trembled briefly before training took over.

“Mara… that was your husband, wasn’t it?” Hannah asked quietly.

“Yes,” I replied. “And he’s flying to Madrid with her using money I helped him secure.”

She handed me the transaction report. Two business-class tickets. Fourteen thousand dollars. Charged to our company’s corporate card.

The same company I had helped build. The same one I had personally guaranteed with my own credit.

Later, I pushed the service cart into the cabin. Adrian avoided looking at me. The woman beside him still held onto her confidence.