I went to the airport for a simple goodbye—until I spotted my husband in the departure lounge, holding the woman he insisted was “just a coworker.” I moved closer, my heart racing, and heard him murmur, “Everything’s set. That idiot is about to lose it all.” She laughed and replied, “And she won’t even realize what hit her.” I didn’t cry. I didn’t cause a scene. I smiled—because my trap was already in place.

I’d only come to Atlanta International Airport to send my best friend, Tessa, off to a work conference. Coffee in one hand, phone in the other, dinner plans already forming in my head—that’s when I saw Gavin.

My husband.

At first, my brain refused to name what my eyes were taking in. Gavin wasn’t alone. His arms were wrapped around a tall brunette in a cream-colored coat, her fingers gripping his suit jacket like it was exactly where they belonged. She tipped her head up, and he kissed her—easy, familiar, practiced. Like it wasn’t new. Like it had happened countless times before.

My stomach went cold.

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