Who Exposed My Husband's Affair? The Super Bowl novel Chapter 41

When our plane started going down, the flight attendant handed out paper and pens for last words.

Right in front of me, my husband Garrett Blake wrote another woman’s name.

“Claire, it took me half a lifetime to realize you’re my true love.”

“If this plane crashes and they somehow find the wreckage, let my ashes return to Claire,”

Claire–my adopted sister who shattered my mother’s urn.

Unfortunately for him, it was just a false alarm. What are the odds, right? Everyone survived.

Back home, Garrett invited me to a celebration dinner for surviving the ordeal.

I handed him divorce papers instead.

“Just sign it. Time to go find your real love.”

“Don’t worry–I’ll make sure you two get that REUNION you’ve been dreaming of.”

Behind BARS.

When Garrett heard this, he just froze for a moment.

“Nora, I’m busy right now. I don’t have time for jokes.”

“Tonight’s dinner is important. It’s not just celebrating our survival–we’re seeing old friends we haven’t met in

ages.”

Old friends, or just Claire Winters?

This morning he stood in front of the mirror getting dressed for two hours straight.

I saw the engagement ring he’d prepared early this morning

Engraved with Claire’s initials.

This so–called survival celebration dinner was just an excuse to see Claire again.

“Excuse me, that table over there still needs setting up.”

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Treshe hadn’t deliberately caused chaos at the funeral, I wouldn’t have lost even my mother’s urn.

Claire and I had been mortal enemies for years.

Yet Garrett chose her side.

The dinner guests were arriving soon. Garrett didn’t want to argue anymore and angrily snatched the pen.

“Tine! You want a divorce? I’ll sign!”

Without even looking, he flipped to the last page and signed his name with a flourish.

Then threw it in my face.

“Happy now?”

I picked it up from the floor expressionlessly, carefully checked everything was in order, then put it in my bag.

Though this dinner was supposedly celebrating both our survival, it had nothing to do me.

I grabbed my coat to leave, but a low voice came from behind.

“Nora, why are you leaving right when I arrive? Are you not happy to see me?”

“Look, I even brought you a gift.”

Claire stood there in a red dress, holding a wrapped box, smiling at me.

Seeing that sweet, charming face, my whole body tensed up and I clenched my fists.

I flashed back to my mom’s funeral, when she deliberately pretended to trip and shattered my mother’s urn.

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