I Boarded First Class With My Mistress… Then My Wife Was the Flight Attendant Greeting Us at the Door

But standing in front of us, in a perfectly pressed uniform, posture straight, expression composed to the point of terrifying…

was my wife.

Elena Carter.

The same woman I had texted that morning:
“Love, I landed in Chicago. Meeting’s running late. I’ll call tonight.”

She looked at me for exactly one second.