My Sister, a Pilot, Asked If My Husband Was Home — Seconds Later, Everything Fell Apart

December 25, 2025 by ucef

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“That can’t be true,” she whispered at last, her voice dropping so low it barely carried through the speaker, “because I’m watching him with another woman right now. They just boarded my flight to Paris.”

Before my brain could even finish forming the word impossible, I heard the door open behind me. Footsteps. Aiden walked into the kitchen with a coffee mug in his hand, smiling at me with the same familiar expression he’d worn almost every morning for seven years.

The mug was the one I’d bought him for his fortieth birthday—white ceramic with WORLD’S MOST ADEQUATE HUSBAND printed in black letters. He’d laughed when he opened it and said it was perfect, because he never trusted anyone who claimed to be “the best” at anything.