My Ex’s Mistress Became My Husband’s Affair Chapter 07

My Ex’s Mistress Became My Husband’s Affair Chapter 07

Just as Grant didn’t know where I’d gone, I didn’t really know either.

Three years ago, everything I owned fit into a single backpack.

Now, it took three suitcases to pack my life away.

I sat in the airport terminal, listening to the overhead announcements of flights taking off to places I’d never

been.

Finally, I walked up to the counter and asked if there were any seats left on the next flight out.

The agent looked at me, confused. “Where to, ma’am?”

I didn’t have an answer. I looked at her and asked, “If it were you, where would you go?”

She smiled. “Home. Always home.”

She told me her home was a thousand miles away in Cape Haven.

“Then I’ll go to Cape Haven.”

She tapped at her keys and grinned.

“Last seat on the plane. I’m upgrading you to first class. Consider it a welcome gift to my hometown.”

I boarded the flight.

By the time I landed, it was 8:00 PM.

Luckily, I’d kept my own bank accounts all these years. I had enough to live on for a while without working.

I checked into a hotel and ordered the highest-rated takeout in the area.

Light, fresh, and full of flavor.

That night, I slept without dreaming.

Unlike my first divorce, where I’d spiraled into self-destruction, I felt steady.

I found a small cottage by the beach and paid a year’s rent upfront.

During the day, I set up a small canopy on the sand.

I watched the ocean and let the noise in my head fade into the waves.

The beach was always full of life-couples holding hands, families with kids.

I watched them collect shells, surf, and play in the tide.

Slowly, that energy started to heal me.

Once my recovery period was over, I started wading into the water.

I wore a wide-brimmed straw hat and spent my afternoons picking up shells.

I became a local.

Using my background in jewelry design, I started making ornaments out of the shells I found.

When my collection grew too large, I set up a small stall near the boardwalk.

I didn’t make much, but the customers gave me something better: validation.

They’d pick up a piece and gasp.

“Is this really made of shells? It’s beautiful.”

“You have such a gift.”

Summer arrived, and the crowds thickened.

I could sell out my entire stall in a few hours.

One afternoon, as I was packing up, a shadow fell over me.

I kept my head down. “All sold out for today. Come back tomorrow at eight.”

The person didn’t move. They didn’t speak.

I looked up to repeat myself and saw Grant.

It had only been six months.

But it felt like a lifetime.

So much time had passed that his betrayal and his insults felt distant-like a movie I’d seen once and

forgotten.

I could even look at him and say it calmly.

“Long time no see.”

His eyes went red the second I spoke.

“Skyler… do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for you?”

“I’ve spent six months calling every friend and colleague you ever had. No one knew.”

“If a ticket agent at the airport hadn’t mentioned a girl going to Cape Haven, I never would have found you.”

“Were you planning on hiding forever?”

He reached out to take my hand.

I slapped it away with a look of pure disgust and stepped back.

“Why are you here, Grant?”

“Oh, right. We never finished the paperwork. I’m holding up your wedding to Sloane.”

I finished clearing my stall.

“If you’re in a rush, I can go back and sign the papers right now.”