I had spent eighteen years trusting my husband.
I wasn’t going to let him dismiss what I’d seen as a misunderstanding.
From a distance, I watched them stop near the airport exit.
Megan said something, and Ryan shook his head.
She grabbed his arm.
He gently removed her hand.
Even from where I stood, I could tell they were arguing.
Then Megan pointed toward the parking area.
Ryan looked around before leaning forward to kiss her again.
I stopped walking.
They were still kissing while I stood there watching them.
I felt so humiliated that my face burned.
A family passed between us, laughing as their children dragged small suitcases behind them.
For a moment, I envied them.
They had no idea that a stranger nearby was watching her marriage collapse in public.
Then Ryan pulled away and said something I couldn’t hear.
Megan smiled, slipped her arm through his, and followed him toward a waiting car.