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Once the plane reached cruising altitude and the cabin lights dimmed, I stepped into the galley and placed both hands on the counter. My fingers trembled briefly before training took over.
“Yes,” I replied. “And he’s flying to Madrid with her using money I helped him secure.”
She handed me the transaction report. Two business-class tickets. Fourteen thousand dollars. Charged to our company’s corporate card.
Later, I pushed the service cart into the cabin. Adrian avoided looking at me. The woman beside him still held onto her confidence.

“Excuse me,” he said casually. “Bring us the Krug. We’re celebrating.”
“Congratulations,” I said. “Is this for the increase in the corporate credit line? The one your wife personally guaranteed?”
“What did your wife guarantee?”
“Mara… don’t do this here.”
“You’re right,” I said calmly. “This is my workplace. Enjoy the flight while you can.”
The reply came quickly.
“Stay calm. Gather everything you can. I’ll take care of the rest.”
I wasn’t just a betrayed wife.
I was preparing evidence.
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