When My Husband Chose His Mistress Midair

I called Mario, my friend overseas who had known my grandfather well. He managed a helicopter experience center abroad and had offered me several times to work there as an instructor. But back then, I was with Kevin Gonzalez and pregnant with his child, so I had turned down the offer. Now, I was finally ready to go.

Mario was thrilled when I shared the news. "Maya, I'll arrange someone to pick you up. You should arrive the day after tomorrow."

"Sounds fantastic, Mario," I responded.

After our call, I noticed Kevin had posted an update on Facebook. It was an image with a prayer for safety and the caption: "Please, let her be safe."

The post had a flood of comments, speculating that he was referring to me during the seventh year of our relationship.

"Hey, Kevin, has something happened to your wife? Do you need us to come over and assist?"

"Is everything alright with the baby?"

Kevin consistently replied, "It's not her. Anya is in trouble."

My heart dropped as I gripped my phone tightly, tears splashing onto the screen.

Kevin and I had first crossed paths at the helicopter center. At the time, he was the youngest instructor there and introduced me to flying. I frequently visited, always requesting him specifically. As time passed, he developed feelings for me and confessed. I was five years older, and was initially skeptical about a relationship with someone younger. Yet, he was persistent, showering me with flowers and chocolates. Once, he even saved me from a mugging, which eventually led me to agree to be with him.

We got married during a delightful Thanksgiving gathering, deeply in love, and he treated me wonderfully. However, it wasn't long before I noticed signs of his betrayal. In the deleted photos on his phone, there were compromising images with Anya Lawson. His mobile banking records showed regular transfers to her. Despite my heartbreak, I couldn't bring myself to leave him because I loved him too deeply, so I forgave him time and again.