My husband boarded a flight to Cancun with his mistress… never imagining that the wife he looked down on would be ser.ving him re.venge in first class.

Then he kissed my cheek.

Cold.

Quick.

Meaningless.

And walked out the door.

What Ryan didn’t know was that I’d received a last-minute schedule assignment the night before.

I had been promoted to lead flight attendant on a tourist route.

Destination:

Cancun.

When I first saw the route assignment, I almost called him.

Then I stopped myself.

For months, I’d learned to trust the strange knot that kept tightening in my stomach.

And now that feeling stood directly in front of me.