A routine flight home turned into the unraveling of my marriage.
After visiting my mother, I boarded a plane expecting a quiet trip. Instead, I found myself seated next to Clara—my husband Oscar’s ex-wife.
At first, it was awkward small talk. Clara seemed pleasant, even warm. But things took a sharp turn.
She casually mentioned that the house I now share with Oscar was actually her dream home—one they designed together before their split. Every detail, from the layout to the finishes, bore her touch.
Then came the real blow: Oscar still sends her flowers—on her birthday, on their anniversary, even the day their divorce was finalized. This year, it came with a cake.
“And when you left for your mom’s last week?” she added. “He called me. Just like he always does when you two fight.”
