I was on a flight, just minding my business, when I heard the woman sitting behind me say,
“I flew to Europe with Phil last weekend.”
My heart literally stopped. My husband’s name is Phil. And he was in Europe last weekend. He told me it was for a work conference. I froze. Tried to convince myself it was just a coincidence.
Until she kept talking, “He still can’t leave his wife. They just bought a house.”
We just bought a house two months ago. My hands started shaking. I turned around, trying to stay calm, and said, “Do they have any kids? If not, just tell the wife. I’m sure she’ll leave him immediately.”
She LAUGHED like it was funny. “Oh, they have a 3-year-old daughter. Emily. I met her once. She’s adorable.”
That’s when my stomach dropped. That’s my daughter. Emily. She is 3. There was no doubt in my mind anymore. She was talking about my husband. I held it together until I got home. Then I contacted the best divorce lawyer I could find. She helped me put everything in motion. Now I’m free, healing, and happier than I’ve been in years.