All Chapters of Airport Reunion: My Wife's "Overtime" Exposed: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

"I've regretted it for three years," Judy continued calmly, right there in front of the entire crowded terminal.I took a step back, unable to believe that this was the same woman who had stayed by my hospital bed for three straight days and nights three years ago. This was the woman who, on our wedding night, had kissed my scars and sworn in front of my late mother's portrait that she'd cherish me, care for me, and treat me right for the rest of our lives.Dan wrapped an arm around her waist. He lowered his gaze, while an almost imperceptible smile played at the corner of his lips. It was a smile I'd seen far too often in the photos of him in Judy's album."Ma'am."An airport security guard hurried over, slightly out of breath."We received a complaint that someone's causing a disturbance and trying to detain another passenger's luggage."Judy immediately pointed to me. "It's my husband. He's not mentally stable. He came to the airport, saw me talking to a friend, and just lost

Dan's suitcase lay wide open on the polished tile floor. All anyone could see were a few ordinary changes of clothes. In one corner sat several bottles of men's cologne and skincare products, as well as a thick stack of handwritten medical notes.The crowd burst into raucous laughter at the sight."That's it? Triggering the biohazard alarm for this? The guy's a lunatic!""Talk about being dramatic! It's obviously just normal luggage, yet he insists on framing the guy.""How vicious. A pathetic excuse for a man like him belongs behind bars."Eager to put an end to the commotion so she could leave with Dan, Judy turned toward the airport security officers and yelled, "Don't listen to him. Just arrest him already.""There's something wrong with my husband here," she continued, pointing to her head as her face twisted with disgust. "Mental illness runs in the family."Her words drove into my heart like a rusty, blunt knife. When my father betrayed my mother years ago, he'd publicly

"I want to get divorced as soon as possible. I don't want anything to do with Judy for even one more day," I said.Heather nodded, picked up her phone, and contacted a lawyer at the law firm she regularly worked with. She didn't ask a single unnecessary question the entire time, respecting my boundaries perfectly.Not long after, there was a soft knock at the door. A nurse wheeled in a meal cart, set down a bowl of warm oatmeal and a small plate of fruit, and said with a smile, "The doctor said that since you just woke up, you can only have liquids and soft foods for now. Our cafeteria made this specifically for you, so enjoy it while it's hot."After the nurse left, urgent knocking came from the door. Before we could even respond, Judy burst inside, an unmistakable mix of exhaustion and remorse written all over her face.She strode over to my bedside in a few quick steps and reached for my hand."Joel, I was wrong. I wasn't thinking straight when I said those things that day. Can

Heather paused and turned back with a smile, faint dimples appearing at the corners of her lips."You're a specially appointed consultant for our Customs Department. If it weren't for you this time, the consequences would've been unimaginable. We're the ones who should be saying thank you."She paused for a second, then added, "You don't have to be so formal with me. Make yourself at home here."I watched her slender figure as she walked away. A thousand words crowded my throat, but in the end, all I managed was a quiet, "Okay."The days that followed were exceptionally peaceful. The housekeeper arrived on time every day to cook and clean, preparing all kinds of nourishing soups and dishes to help me recover.Every day, I went for walks along the path in the yard and read while soaking up the sun. My physical wounds gradually healed, and the one in my heart slowly scabbed over, too.Heather stopped by every two or three days to bring me household essentials and check on my recove