A husband at the curb. A coworker’s car still warm. And the phone call where he swears his plane just landed.
This is a short, bingeable standalone betrayal-upgrade romance. Read it in one sitting, in any order, with no cliffhanger.
Gillian Haines books travel for a living, which means she knows this airport better than she knows her own marriage. She gets to the cell lot early, the way she always does, and watches her husband climb out of another woman’s Lexus and kiss her like it’s routine. Then her phone rings.
Mark, tired and warm, telling her his plane just landed. He says it so smoothly she understands at once: it isn’t the first time. She drives him home, lets him lie the whole way, and opens the booking records.
What she finds is bigger than an affair. For a man who lies for a living, Mark made one careless mistake — he lied about flights to the one person who books them. Now there’s a quiet, very expensive investigator who treats her anger as intelligence and looks at her like she’s worth taking seriously, a year of trips that went nowhere, and a black-tie promotion dinner where Mark wants his loyal wife to stand up and toast him one more time. He’s been spending her for sixteen years.
