I cried while driving my husband to the airport. He said he was leaving for London for two years. The moment I got home, I moved $720,000 into my account and filed for divorce.
We were standing inside the departures hall of Newark Liberty International Airport, Terminal B, surrounded by a restless tide of travelers moving with hurried determination beneath bright overhead lights that reflected softly against polished floors. The air carried an unmistakable mixture of roasted coffee, expensive perfume, and the faint industrial scent of aviation fuel…