You never know when a simple conversation will change your life. For me, it happened mid-flight, beside the woman who knew my husband’s secrets.
I was heading home, exhausted, when Clara sat beside me. Her name hit me like a punch—Oscar’s ex.
She smiled. “Grace? Oscar’s wife?” I froze. How did she know me?
“Social media,” she said. “He never showed me off like that.”
We talked about her trip, my mom, until she said, “Funny, living in my dream house.”
I went cold. “What?”
“I picked everything. He didn’t change a thing.”
Then: “He still sends me tulips. Every year. Even on our divorce date.”
My chest ached. He remembered her, but not me?
The worst part? “He calls me after your fights,” she admitted.
The plane landed. “I’m sorry,” she said.
Alone, I texted Oscar: We’re done. Clara explained everything.
Some truths can’t be ignored.
