I Got Seated Next to My Husband’s Ex on a Flight – by the Time We Landed, My Marriage Was Over

My dream house, actually.”

“Excuse me?” I blinked, blindsided. “Oh, Oscar didn’t tell you? Yeah, we designed it while we were living in the apartment.

I think Oscar moved into the house just before you did. But every detail in that house? Yeah, I had a say in it all.

Oscar must have liked it so much that he didn’t want to change anything at all.”

My stomach twisted. Our home—the place where Oscar and I had spent three years building memories—wasn’t ours at all? It was something he’d built with someone else.

“Oscar never mentioned that,” I finally managed. “I just knew he moved in two months before our wedding. And then I moved in after our honeymoon.

We’ve made some changes since then.”

Clara chuckled. “I’m not surprised, Grace. He always did like to keep his little secrets.”

She turned toward the window, her expression going distant.

I tried to steer us to safer ground, but she wasn’t finished. “And the flowers, Grace,” she said softly. “Oscar still sends me the loveliest flowers every year.

On our anniversary, and on my birthday. Tulips for both days. He always remembered they were my favorite.

Even the day our divorce was finalized, he bought me a bouquet.”

My mouth went dry. “Flowers? Seriously?” The words slipped out before I could stop them.

Clara nodded, a small smile appearing. “This year, they arrived right on time. The delivery guy knocked early in the morning with a little birthday cake, too.

It’s almost funny, isn’t it? A man who could barely remember to take out the trash but never forgets to send his ex-wife flowers.”

My chest tightened. The air felt thin.Continue reading…