Until that afternoon, Elena would have believed almost anything Julian told her.
Then, while checking the shared family email on the kitchen tablet, she noticed a flight confirmation he had forgotten to close.
**Destination: Miami.**
**Passengers: 2.**
**Seats: 7A and 7B.**
The departure date was the exact morning of his supposed conference in Chicago.
Elena didn’t scream.
She didn’t throw his suitcase down the stairs or confront him in tears.
Instead, she opened another browser tab.
Seat 7C was still available.
She bought it with her personal credit card.
Then