Part1: When my husband told me he was going to “work in Canada for two years,” I sobbed as I drove him to the airport. However, as soon as I got home, I moved the $720,000 into my account and filed for divorce.
The smell of jet fuel was sharp in the air, mingling with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the expensive perfume of a thousand hurried travelers. JFK International Airport, Terminal 4, was a frenetic dance of people and their hurried stories. And yet, in that moment, everything seemed to slow down. The bustle…
