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.
“Excuse me,” he said casually. “Bring us the Krug. We’re celebrating.”
I opened the champagne and poured it steadily.
“Congratulations,” I said. “Is this for the increase in the corporate credit line? The one your wife personally guaranteed?”
The woman froze mid-motion.
“What did your wife guarantee?”
Adrian’s expression tightened.
“Mara… don’t do this here.”
“You’re right,” I said calmly. “This is my workplace. Enjoy the flight while you can.”
Later, during my break, I connected to the in-flight Wi-Fi and sent a message to a lawyer. I documented everything—his presence, the charges, the misuse of company funds.
The reply came quickly.
“Stay calm. Gather everything you can. I’ll take care of the rest.”
At that moment, something inside me settled.
I wasn’t just a betrayed wife.
I was preparing evidence.
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