Same posture.
Same calm.
“Thank you for flying with us, Mr. Carter.”
Not Daniel.
Not my husband.
Just sir.
“Elena, please—”
“Sir, you’re blocking the aisle.”
I stepped aside.
Because everyone was watching.
The moment I stepped into the terminal, my phone exploded.
Calls. Messages. Alerts.
Corporate audit.
Emergency board meeting.
Card suspended.
Then one message from Elena:
Do not return home tonight. The locks are being changed. Your belongings will be sent through counsel.
I stopped walking.
Vanessa looked back. “What?”
I didn’t answer.
That was answer enough.
She studied me… then shook her head.
“I’m not going with you.”
“Vanessa—”
“No. You lied about everything.”
Then she stepped closer.
“And just so we’re clear? If anyone asks, I tell the truth.”
Then she walked away.
