“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.

Part 3:

As dawn approached over Spain, the cabin filled with the smell of coffee and quiet exhaustion. The woman—Lila—stopped me as I passed.

“Are you really his wife?” she asked.

I looked at her calmly.

“Did he tell you we were separated, or that I couldn’t support his ambitions?”

She didn’t answer. That was answer enough.

Adrian suddenly snapped.

“Mara, that’s enough. I’m your husband.”

I stood straight, voice steady and clear.

“At home, you were my husband. On this plane, you’re passenger 2A. And right now, you’re interfering with a crew member performing her duties.”

Silence spread through the cabin.

He sat down.

When the plane landed in Madrid, I stood at the door, thanking each passenger. When Adrian reached me, he lowered his voice.