I BOARDED FIRST CLASS WITH MY MISTRESS. THEN MY WIFE WAS THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT GREETING US AT THE DOOR.
“Sir… your wife just welcomed you onto the plane, and you’re holding another woman’s hand.”
My stomach dropped.
I stood frozen at the entrance of Flight 742 from Harrowgate to Verlaine, boarding pass in hand, while the woman beside me, Selene Vaughn, clung to my arm like this trip proved she had finally triumphed.
Selene looked flawless.
