I had just landed, suitcase still in my hand, when I froze. There he was—my husband—holding his secretary like they belonged together. Then his eyes met mine. “You?” he whispered, going pale,

I had just stepped off the plane, my suitcase still in my hand, when I halted so abruptly that the man behind me grumbled. Across the arrivals area, under a glowing airline sign and surrounded by travelers hauling bags and embracing loved ones, stood my husband, Daniel. His arm circled his secretary, Melissa, with a familiarity that didn’t belong to …