Part 3
The rest of the flight felt like a slow descent into hell.
Valeria refused to speak to him. She spent the next four hours staring out the window, tears silently running down her face. Every time a crew member passed, she flinched, convinced they all knew.
Ricardo kept checking his phone, but there was no signal at 35,000 feet. He could only imagine the emails piling up — messages from his boss, HR, and probably the police about misuse of company funds.
Elena never raised her voice. She didn’t cry. She didn’t make a scene. Instead, she did something far worse.
She treated him like any other passenger.
She offered him a warm towel. She asked if he wanted the steak or the fish. She even wished him a pleasant stay in Barcelona when she collected the trays.
That politeness destroyed him more than any screaming match ever could.
When the plane finally landed and the seatbelt sign turned off, Ricardo stood up on shaky legs. Valeria grabbed her bag and walked ahead without looking at him.
At the aircraft door, Elena was standing there again, saying goodbye to every passenger.
When it was Ricardo’s turn, she looked him straight in the eyes.
“I filed for divorce this morning,” she said quietly, so only he could hear. “My lawyer already has everything. The house, the savings, and the evidence of embezzlement. You should probably get a good lawyer too.”
Ricardo’s voice cracked. “Elena… I’m sorry. I made a mistake.”
She gave him the same calm smile she had worn at boarding.
“No, Ricardo. You didn’t make a mistake. You made nine years of choices.”
Valeria was already rushing down the jet bridge, trying to disappear into the crowd.
As Ricardo stepped off the plane, two men in suits were waiting at the gate — company security and a police officer.
Elena watched from the doorway as they approached her soon-to-be ex-husband.
She didn’t feel happy. She didn’t feel victorious.
She just felt free.
And as the passengers continued to disembark, Elena straightened her uniform, lifted her chin, and whispered to herself:
“Welcome to the rest of my life.”
