I Caught My Husband with His Affair Partner at the Airport and Decided to Follow Them to Paris — Story of the Day

My world was shattered in an airport terminal when I discovered my husband with another woman. But a chance encounter with a handsome and charming airline pilot led me on a whirlwind romance to Paris. And yet, my heart wasn’t sure if something like that could last.

Brian and I were at a crossroads in our marriage, though I hadn’t fully realized it. But I was still hopeful for us, so clutching my ticket to Paris, I navigated the crowded local international airport, trying to stifle the nerves churning within me.

I planned to surprise Brian on his business trip to France, so we could reignite our romance in the city of love. However, I saw his silhouette at the airport and quickly realized he had a young woman on his arm, and they were intimately linked.

My heart sank as I realized his deceit. “Brian!” I exclaimed, shocked.

He turned, his face cycling from surprise to detachment. He let go of the strange woman and walked over to me. “Ava, why are you here?” he asked, frowning.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

“I wanted to surprise you, to spend time together in Paris,” I said, my voice trembling as my romantic fantasy shattered.

Brian pulled me farther away from the others with his pursed lips in annoyance. “This isn’t a good time, Ava. It’s a business trip,” he dismissed, snatching and tearing up my ticket. “And before you get any ideas, she’s just a colleague. Go home.”

Tears welled in my eyes. “I thought we were trying to fix things,” I murmured, heartbroken.

“This was a mistake. Leave,” Brian said coldly, walking away, grabbing the woman’s hand, and leaving me crushed. I sank to the floor, sobbing heavily as I leaned on my suitcase. That’s where Jack found me.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his tone imbued with genuine concern. I looked up into the kindest eyes I had ever seen and noticed his pilot uniform, which made him so handsome.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

After telling him what I had gone through, Jack offered me a first-class seat to Paris, no strings attached.

“Why would you help me?” I asked, touched but shocked.

“Everyone deserves a fresh start,” he replied, smiling warmly.

Grinning back slightly, I accepted, hoping Paris might help mend my shattered heart.

***

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

In the comfort of my first-class seat, I felt a sense of peace, which distanced me from my recent situation. The luxury was perfect for my shattered heart. Yet, the tranquility was short-lived because my Brian appeared out of seemingly nowhere, his face contorted with indignation.

“What are you doing here?” he sneered.

I mentioned Jack’s invitation, only to be met with Brian’s scorn. I saw my husband get angrier and more red-faced as he kept talking, but Jack appeared out of nowhere and intervened, his authority undisputed.

He firmly told Brian, “She’s here at my invitation,” and directed him back to economy class. I thanked him, relieved that someone had stood up for me.

“You’re welcome. Enjoy the flight, and remember, you deserve to be treated with respect, here and everywhere else,” he said, smiling as usual, and retired back to the cockpit.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

Just as I was settling back against my seat, ready to sleep the entire flight, Brian showed up in my face. His breath smelled of cheap vodka, but his words were even more surprising.

“You think you’ve won, don’t you? Enjoying your little victory lap up here? Well, listen closely. The first thing I’ll do when we land in Paris is cut off all your credit cards. Let’s see how far you get without a penny to your name,” he threatened.

Was this truly my husband?

Before I could succumb to the fear his threats inspired, a hostess interrupted and asked him to return to his seat. A few minutes later, Jack was back at my side, and he proposed something I couldn’t refuse.

“I’ll ensure you’re not alone in Paris. You can stay in my hotel suite, all expenses covered,” he offered with his bright, beautiful eyes.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

“But why would you do this for me?” I asked in disbelief. Of course, I was grateful, but the world wasn’t kind, and this man had treated me better in the last hour than my husband had during our entire relationship.

“It’s the right thing to do,” Jack replied. “Besides, I have a feeling that Paris might just be the beginning of a new chapter for you, one filled with hope and healing. Let me be part of that journey, even just as a friend offering support.”

Finally smiling back, I accepted his generosity and felt a spark of hope.

***

In Paris, the vibrant streets became my healing ground. Jack, acting as my unexpected guardian, guided me through the city, each day mending my heart a little more. As we explored this wonderful place, from the serene Seine to the bustling Montmartre, I shared my innermost thoughts with him, feeling an unexpected bond forming.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

One evening, under the Eiffel Tower’s glow, I realized my feelings for Jack had evolved into something deeper. This change was both exciting and daunting, especially because I had just met him. Perhaps, it was this city. Maybe it wasn’t real, but it felt genuine.

And the magic of this place wasn’t over. An unexpected turn came one crisp morning when I received an email that would once again alter the course of my journey.

On a flight of fancy, before I had decided to chase my husband on his “business trip” to Paris, I had applied for a job advertised on LinkedIn at a prestigious fashion house.

This opportunity promised a stable, independent life in this new city. But there was uncertainty, too. Accepting the position meant anchoring myself to Paris, to a life that was still foreign and new.

It also posed a question that tugged at my heart — what would this mean for my budding relationship with Jack? Conflicted, I discussed the job with him during a rain-soaked walk.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

“I’m so proud of you,” Jack said when I finished explaining, his voice warm and encouraging. “This is an incredible opportunity. You’ve come so far, and you deserve every bit of success and happiness that comes your way.”

“But what about us?” I asked.

Jack reached out and took both my hands in his. “What we have is special, and I won’t pretend that this doesn’t complicate things. But I also know that love isn’t about holding each other back. It’s about supporting each other’s dreams, even when it’s hard.”

Tears glistened in my eyes as the truth of his words sank in. Here was a man who truly wanted what was best for me, who understood the importance of finding my own way.

“You have a chance to start anew, to build a life that’s entirely your own,” Jack continued, squeezing my hand. “No matter what you decide, I’ll be here for you. We’ll figure out the rest together.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

As we kissed under the twinkling lights and tumbling rain, the sounds of the city around us, I felt a profound sense of gratitude. Paris had offered me a chance at redemption, and in Jack, I had found not just a lover but a true partner.

***

While we prepared to leave, Jack offered me a choice: return with him to New York or stay in Paris for the job. He would try to make it work, either way. Touched by his support, I realized what I truly wanted.

“I’ve found strength and love here, Jack, but you have changed everything for me,” I shared. “I want to give us a chance.”

So, during our last walk along the Seine, we decided to return to New York together, committed to each other.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

***

However, the reality of our situation set in once we landed at JFK. I met him at baggage claim, and as we walked outside, Jack expressed his concerns about the practicalities of our relationship given his career and lifestyle.

“My job is not just a job to me. Flying, exploring new cities — it’s a part of who I am. I’m away a lot, and I worry about what that means for us,” he said carefully.

“I love you and while I’m scared, I believe we can navigate this together,” I assured him.

“It might not work,” Jack continued, the words hanging heavy between us. “Let’s take a few days to think about this. To think about us. I want you to be sure.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

I nodded, swallowing thickly and feeling like our Parisian love bubble was bursting.

Then, Jack handed me a voucher for a hotel stay in New York. “I don’t want you to feel unsupported,” he said. “Take your time to decide what you want, especially about Brian. I’ll be in touch.”

“I swear I want to make this work, Jack,” I said, desperately.

“I still think we both should take some time. Traveling can muddle your brain, especially about love,” he admitted, and we said goodbye with just a small peck.

I remained alone at the terminal long after Jack left. While I was contemplating my future, Brian’s mocking voice interrupted my solitude. “How’s life after your escapade with the pilot?” he taunted, with his mistress by his side.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

“Go away, Brian,” I said, grabbing my bag and starting to roll away.

“Wait, dear wife. How’s life treating you after your little affair with the pilot? Didn’t take long for that to fall apart, did it? Are you all alone here, waiting for me to rescue you?” my husband asked, mocking me.

“Wife?” the woman at his side finally asked.

“Nina, not now,” Brian said dismissively.

Watching her face, I realized she had no idea Brian was married. Suddenly, her hand moved and a sharp sound echoed through the terminal — the unmistakable crack of a slap. Nina had struck him.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

“You lied to me!” she exclaimed. Brian, stunned, had no defense. Then, she turned to me full of apologies.

I gave her an understanding nod. “It’s not your fault,” I said, crossing my arms as I stared at my husband.

With a firm stance, Nina declared to Brian, “We’re done,” and walked away.

I faced my husband, wanting to laugh, but noting that I didn’t feel an ounce of love for him anymore. “Goodbye, Brian,” I said and walked away from him, just like Nina.

It was liberating.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

***

The vibrancy of New York mirrored my own transformation. I had evolved from my sad, lonely marriage. Reflecting on my journey with Jack, I realized our shared experiences had ignited a deep desire for adventure and growth.

Therefore, I decided to become an air hostess, blending my newfound independence with my love for Jack and the skies. With his support, I navigated the application process and training, and our relationship matured into a fantastic partnership.

At last, I was assigned to my first flight, coincidentally on one of Jack’s routes. Dressed in my air hostess uniform, I met his proud gaze as I walked down the airplane aisle.

His embrace and the kiss we shared were filled with the promise of the brightest future together.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

For illustration purposes only | Source: Youtube/LOVEBUSTER

Tell us what you think about this story, and share it with your friends. It might inspire them and brighten their day.

If you enjoyed this story, you might like this one about a stewardess who banned an Arab man from boarding a plane, unaware he was the airline’s new owner.

This piece is inspired by stories from the everyday lives of our readers and written by a professional writer. Any resemblance to actual names or locations is purely coincidental. All images are for illustration purposes only. Share your story with us; maybe it will change someone’s life.

A DNA Test Led Me to My Brother, and He Remembers the past I Never Lived

A DNA test was all it took to turn my world upside down. I remember staring at my computer screen, trying to make sense of the results. My mind said they were erroneous, but my heart… my heart instantly knew life wouldn’t be the same anymore.

I’m Billy, and up until a few days ago, I thought I was living the dream. I’m an only child, and my parents have always showered me with love and attention. They’ve given me everything I could ever want or need.

A boy standing in his house | Source: Midjourney

A boy standing in his house | Source: Midjourney

Just last week, my dad surprised me with the latest gaming console for no reason at all.

“What’s this for?” I asked, my eyes wide with excitement.

He just shrugged and smiled. “Do I need a reason to spoil my favorite son?”

“Your only son, you mean,” Mom grinned.

“All the more reason to spoil him!” Dad laughed, ruffling my hair.

That’s how it’s always been. Just the three of us living a perfect life. Perfect until I stumbled across a life-changing fact.

A young man sitting in his bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A young man sitting in his bedroom | Source: Midjourney

It all started the day I turned 18. I had decided to treat myself to one of those ancestry DNA tests. You know, the ones that tell you if you’re 2% Viking or whatever. I was just curious, nothing more. I never expected it to change my life.

I was literally jumping up and down the day the results came in. I kept refreshing my email every few minutes, waiting for that notification.

A person using a laptop | Source: Pexels

A person using a laptop | Source: Pexels

“Billy, honey, you’re going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep jumping like that,” Mom called from the kitchen.

“Sorry, Mom! I’m just really excited about my DNA results!”

Finally, the email arrived.

I could feel my heart pounding as I clicked on it. I was so excited, unaware that what I’d see next would change my life forever.

There, in black and white, was a notification of a close match. A brother. Daniel.

An upset young man looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

An upset young man looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

I blinked, rubbed my eyes, and looked again. It had to be a mistake! Right? I’m an only child. I’ve always been an only child.

In a daze, I picked up my phone and dialed the company’s helpline. Maybe there was some mix-up.

“Hello, how can I assist you today?” a cheerful voice answered.

“Hi, um, I just got my results and, uh, I think there might be a mistake?” I said, unsure if I was doing the right thing.

A young man talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A young man talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“I can assure you, sir, our tests are 100% accurate. We double-check all results before sending them out.”

“Oh, alright,” I said. “Th-thank you.”

I hung up and looked at the results again. This couldn’t be happening. How could I have a brother I didn’t know about?

I needed answers, and I knew just who to ask.

That night, I waited up for Dad to get home from work. I rushed downstairs immediately I heard his car pull into the driveway.

A car driving on a street | Source: Pexels

A car driving on a street | Source: Pexels

I allowed him to enter the living room before I followed him inside.

“Hey, Dad? Can we talk for a sec?”

He looked up with a smile on his face. “Sure, kiddo. What’s on your mind?”

“So, uh, remember that DNA test I took?” I said, fidgeting with my shirt.

He nodded.

“Well, I got the results today and…” I paused, not sure how to continue. “Dad, do you know someone named Daniel?”

A young man talking to his father | Source: Midjourney

A young man talking to his father | Source: Midjourney

That was the point I knew something was not right. The look on Dad’s face changed in an instant. His eyes widened, and all the color drained from his cheeks.

“Where did you hear that name?” he asked, looking around to ensure Mom wasn’t around.

I told him about the test results. As I spoke, I watched his expressions change. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then said something I wasn’t expecting.

A man sitting in his living room | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting in his living room | Source: Midjourney

“Listen,” he said in a low voice, “don’t tell your mom about this, alright? She doesn’t know. I had an affair years ago. If she finds out, she’ll leave.”

I nodded, promising not to say anything. But as I returned to my room, something didn’t sit right.

Dad’s reaction seemed off. It was like there was more to the story than he was letting on.

I couldn’t sleep that night. I kept staring at the test results, wondering what to do next.

Should I… should I text him? I thought.

A young boy looking straight ahead, thinking | Source: Midjourney

A young boy looking straight ahead, thinking | Source: Midjourney

Texting him meant I’d be going against my dad. But I couldn’t think of another way to find out the truth.

So, I immediately clicked on his profile and reached out to him.

To my surprise, he responded within half an hour.

Billy? Is it really you? I can’t believe it!

We exchanged a few messages, and before I knew it, we’d agreed to meet at a café the next day.

Was I doing the right thing by going behind my dad’s back?

A young man looking outside his window | Source: Midjourney

A young man looking outside his window | Source: Midjourney

The next morning, I told Mom I was going out with my best friend and walked to the café. I didn’t have to do much to recognize Daniel. I immediately spotted him, and it felt like I was looking in a mirror.

He looked SO MUCH like me.

“Billy?” he asked, standing up.

I nodded, unable to speak. We sat down, and neither of us knew what to say.

Finally, Daniel broke the silence.

“You remember the lake by our old house?” he asked, smiling. “We’d swing on that old, rusty swing set and throw rocks into the water.”

A close-up shot of a young man | Source: Midjourney

A close-up shot of a young man | Source: Midjourney

“No, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I shook my head. “We never lived together.”

Daniel’s smile faded. “What do you mean? We lived together until we were five or six. Don’t you remember? And Scruffy, the dog, he’d follow us everywhere.”

I felt defensive. This guy was talking nonsense.

“My dad says you’re the affair child. I only found out about you days ago.”

“Wait… you think I’m the affair child?” He asked. “So, you don’t remember that day? The fire?”

“Fire?”

A close-up shot of a boy's face | Source: Midjourney

A close-up shot of a boy’s face | Source: Midjourney

He nodded. “Yeah, our house burned down when we were little. Our parents didn’t make it.”

“What?” I was shocked.

“Yeah, and I remember how you saved me. Afterward, you were adopted, and I was sent to some other family. The adoption process required me never reaching out.”

“That… that can’t be right,” I shook my head. “I’m not adopted. I would know if I was.”

“This is the truth, Billy,” he said. “I don’t know why your parents never told you anything.”

A young man looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

A young man looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

I felt confused and angry once our meeting ended.

How could Mom and Dad do this to me? I thought. How could they hide something so important?

When I got home, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to know more.

So, I snuck into my dad’s office the next day while my parents were out. I felt guilty, but I had to know the truth.

After going through some old documents, I found something proving Daniel was right.

A person going through documents | Source: Pexels

A person going through documents | Source: Pexels

It was a lawsuit about a fire at an apartment building. The same building Daniel told me about.

My hands shook as I read through the documents. The fire had started because of electrical issues in the building, and my adoptive parents were the owners. They ignored complaints about faulty wiring to avoid costly repairs.

Their negligence resulted in the fire that took my biological parents away from me.

What the… I thought. How is this even possible?

A young man standing in his house | Source: Midjourney

A young man standing in his house | Source: Midjourney

There were more documents, and they proved that I was indeed adopted. What hurt the most was that my adoptive parents hadn’t taken me in out of love or compassion. They’d done it to cover their tracks. To avoid a lawsuit.

At that point, I only wanted to do one thing. Confront my parents.

I waited until they got home that evening.

“I didn’t know you used to own this building,” I said, holding up the paper. “What happened with that fire?”

Dad’s eyebrows furrowed, but he tried his best to stay calm.

A man looking at his son | Source: Midjourney

A man looking at his son | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, that?” he asked. “That was ages ago. It was a tragedy, really. But why are you looking into that? And why did you go into my office?”

I could see the fear in his eyes. I had never seen Dad so scared before.

“It’s just that I met someone who mentioned a fire,” I revealed. “They said we used to know each other before I was adopted.”

Dad’s eyes widened in shock.

A man standing in his living room | Source: Midjourney

A man standing in his living room | Source: Midjourney

He tried to stammer out an explanation. It was something about not wanting to dredge up painful memories.

But it was too late. I could see the truth written all over his face.

I rushed to my bedroom and packed my belongings. I was done. I couldn’t bear to be in that house anymore.

I called Daniel and asked if I could live with him for a few days, and he agreed.

I remember how Dad kept apologizing as I left the house, but I wasn’t ready to forgive him.

A man standing outside his house | Source: Midjourney

A man standing outside his house | Source: Midjourney

Daniel welcomed me into his house, and we had dinner together.

“They stole you from me,” he said as we ate. “From us.”

I didn’t know how to respond.

All I knew was that my whole life had been a lie, and the people I thought were my loving parents were actually the ones responsible for the death of my real parents.

But as I sat there, I realized this tragedy led me to a real connection. It made me meet my brother, who had been waiting for me all these years.

And I felt grateful for that.

A young man smiling | Source: Midjourney

A young man smiling | Source: Midjourney

If you enjoyed reading this story, here’s another one you might like: When David demanded a DNA test for their son, Amelia knew their marriage was on the edge. But what the results uncovered went far beyond paternity. It revealed a shocking twist that would forever alter David’s relationship with his mother.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

Related Posts

Be the first to comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.


*