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My husband was cheating on me with my boss, and I silently endured it. Then, my boss handed me tickets to distant islands, clearly with her own agenda. At the airport, I found myself fighting for a taxi. Little did I know, that chaotic moment would mark the beginning of an unexpected love story.
As I walked into our once-cozy apartment, the sight of the clutter hit me like a slap in the face. Dirty dishes were piled in the sink, and my husband’s clothes were scattered across the couch.
My life was staring back at me in all its chaotic disarray.
How did it get to this?
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“He thinks I don’t know,” I muttered, shaking my head as I stared at the mess. “But I do. I know everything.”
I looked around the apartment, my eyes landing on a photo of Mark and me from happier times. It was taken on our first anniversary. We looked so happy and so in love.
Mark was always charming, the kind of man who could make anyone feel special with just a smile.
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“You’re the one,” he had said, holding me close. “I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.”
But now, that same charm had become a weapon, used to deceive me, to weave lies that I had foolishly believed.
“Emma,” I said, her name tasting bitter on my tongue.
Being my boss, she had everything under control at work. Being my husband’s mistress, she’s taken everything from me.
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I had stayed silent, though, playing the part of the oblivious wife, holding on to a life that wasn’t even mine anymore.
That day at the office, something inside me broke. I could feel it coming, like a wave I couldn’t escape. And when it hit, there was no stopping it.
“Sophie,” Emma began, handing a ticket. “You’ve been under a lot of stress. You should take some time off.”
“You’ve got a whole month of leave saved up. Use it. You need a break.”
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I looked at the tickets in her hand.
“She wants me gone,” I thought. “But maybe I need to be gone.”
The thought of leaving everything behind, even just for a while, had started to take root. And my husband’s clothes that were tossed carelessly onto the floor once again was the final push I needed.
“That’s it,” I said out loud, grabbing my suitcase from the closet. “I’m leaving.”
The airport was the first step.
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***
The flight was delayed, as if the universe was mocking me. My mood was already at rock bottom, and now I had to wait even longer.
Finally, I settled into my seat, exhaustion pressing down on me. Just as I closed my eyes, a flight attendant appeared with a smile.
“Ms. Matthews? Congratulations! You’re our millionth passenger today, and we’d like to upgrade you to business class!”
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I blinked in surprise, then smiled.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, ma’am!” she said, handing me a new boarding pass.
As I moved to my new seat and settled in, a small spark of hope flickered amid the exhaustion, and the dark cloud over me began to lift.
But that optimism didn’t last long.
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As soon as I boarded and found my seat, I saw the pompous millionaire who would make sure my brief joy was short-lived.
He was already sitting in the window seat, dressed in a suit that probably cost more than my car, and he had the air of someone who believed the world revolved around him.
I slid into my seat as quietly as possible, hoping to avoid any interaction. But, of course, that was wishful thinking.
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The moment I buckled my seatbelt, he turned to me with a critical look.
“You’re taking up too much space.”
“Excuse me?”
He sighed as if he were explaining something obvious to a child.
“Your bag. It’s encroaching on my area.”
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I looked down at my small carry-on, which was neatly tucked under the seat in front of me.
“It’s not in your space.”
He didn’t respond, just gave me another one of those cold, judgmental stares. I could feel my nerves starting to fray.
But instead, I was trapped next to Mr. Perfectionist, who apparently had a problem with everything I did.
The flight attendants came by to offer drinks, and I gladly accepted a bottle of water.
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“Careful,” he snapped, glaring at me. “You almost spilled that on me.”
“It’s just water,” I said, forcing a tight smile.
“That’s not the point,” he continued. “You need to be more mindful of your surroundings.”
That was the last straw.
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Without thinking, I “accidentally” tipped the bottle a little further, letting a big splash of water land on his expensive suit.
His eyes widened in shock, but he didn’t say a word. Instead, he stood up abruptly and walked off toward the restroom.
I quickly put on my headphones. The soft music in my ears was a welcome escape, the hum of the plane became a lullaby.
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I drifted off, praying this whole ordeal would feel like just another bad dream.
***
I stood at the baggage claim, watching the carousel go round and round, but my suitcase never appeared. My patience was running thin, and so was my energy.
The business-class food had done a number on my stomach, leaving me nauseous and regretting every bite.
Why do people even pay for that?
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Finally, a Lost&Found manager called my name.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but it seems your luggage didn’t make it onto this flight. We’ll do our best to locate it and have it delivered to you as soon as possible.”
I nodded, too exhausted to argue or even react.
“Thank you.”
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Dragging my feet, I made my way to the taxi line. The airport was bustling with fussy people, and I felt like I was drifting through a fog.
When I finally reached the front of the line, someone cut right in front of me. I blinked in surprise as I recognized him. The same pompous millionaire from the flight.
He didn’t seem surprised to see me at all, which only added to my frustration.
“Excuse me,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady despite the churning in my stomach. “I was here first.”
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“I don’t see your name on it.” He let out a short, mocking laugh.
“In this world, it’s first come, first served.”
I was about to retort when the taxi driver opened the door and motioned for us both to get in.
“You can share,” he suggested, clearly eager to avoid a scene.
Reluctantly, I climbed into the back seat, and to my dismay, he followed suit.
Of all the people in the world, I thought bitterly, why him?
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I could feel my stomach continuing to churn, and I silently willed the nausea to subside. But the combination of stress, exhaustion, and that awful business-class food was too much.
Before I could stop myself, I vomited all over him.
The car fell into an even deeper silence if that was possible. I was mortified, my face burning with embarrassment.
“I’m… I’m so sorry,” I stammered, unable to meet his gaze.
He didn’t say a word, wiping at his suit with a handkerchief. The rest of the ride to the hotel was quiet.
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When we finally arrived, I reached for my wallet, only to remember it was in my lost luggage. Panic began to set in.
No money, no proof of my reservation! What was I supposed to do?
He stepped forward and handed the driver some bills.
“You’re a disaster,” he said to me before heading inside.
I was alone, far from home, with nothing but the clothes on my back and the overwhelming sense that everything was falling apart. I dragged myself inside and collapsed into one of the lobby chairs.
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***
I watched people come and go. All of them were looking so put together, so sure of where they were headed. I was the opposite.
My clothes were dirty, and the smell of stale sweat and vomit clung to me like a bad memory. My stomach still churned with lingering nausea, and the hunger only added to my misery.
Suddenly, I looked up to see him again. The pompous millionaire emerged from the hotel. He looked every bit as polished as when I first saw him.
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He paused when our eyes met.
“You’re still here?” he asked, though it wasn’t really a question. “Wait here.”
He walked over to the front desk and spoke with the receptionist and a few minutes later, he returned with a room key in hand.
“Here,” he said, handing it to me.
“I booked you a room. You can pay me back when you get yourself together.”
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I stared at the key in my hand, too surprised to respond at first.
“Why?”
“You look like you need it.”
All I could do was nod and mumble, “Thank you.”
When I finally reached the room, I barely had the strength to kick off my shoes before collapsing onto the bed.
Hours later, I woke up to the smell of food. On the small table by the window, there was a tray with a covered dish. Curious, I got up and walked over, lifting the lid off the dish to reveal a delicious-looking meal.
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But it was the box that caught my attention. I opened it and …
OMG! It was a stunning dress, a deep shade of blue that I knew would complement my eyes. I reached out to touch the fabric, soft and luxurious under my fingers
Inside the box, there was also a note:
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“We didn’t get off to the best start, but I can see that you’re a good person whose life has taken an unpleasant detour. I wasn’t looking for company on this vacation, but I would be pleased to have dinner with you.
Your Annoying Fellow Traveler,
James”
James. So that was his name. I hadn’t expected that, not from him.
After taking a long, hot shower, I slipped into the dress. It fits perfectly, as if it had been made just for me.
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The evening took a surprising turn as we dined together. James turned out to be far more interesting and kind than I had ever imagined. He listened attentively when I spoke, and his usual sarcastic edge softened into something almost charming.
“So, you’ve had your share of bad luck too?” I asked, curious about him.
“More than I care to admit. You’re not the only one who’s been through the wringer.”
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As we talked, I began to see beyond the surface of the pompous millionaire. James had his own share of struggles, including a personal history of betrayal that mirrored my own.
The evening stretched on, and neither of us wanted it to end.
I didn’t know what the future held, but for the first time in a long while, I felt a sense of hope. That month of vacation suddenly felt like a gift, a chance to start anew.
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