Three weeks later, my sister booked me a solo cruise, insisting I needed to get away before I drove myself mad searching for answers.
She was right.
By the fourth day, I’d finally begun sleeping through the night.
I’d even met an older couple from Oregon who insisted I join them for dinner every evening.
That night, they were running late.
So I sat alone at our regular table by the window.
That’s when a man stopped beside me.
He seemed about my age.
Tall.
Athletic.
Expensively dressed.
There was something oddly familiar about him…
but I couldn’t place it.
“May I?” he asked, pointing to the empty chair.
Before I could answer, he sat down.
He studied me for several long seconds.
Then he quietly said,
“I’m the reason your husband divorced you.”
Every muscle in my body froze.
A thousand terrifying explanations raced through my mind.
Was this my husband’s lover?
