“Grace, you’re Oscar’s new wife, right?” she said slowly.
I nodded.
It was one thing for me to know who she was since I was married to Oscar, yet how could she possibly know who I was?
She studied me for a moment as if trying to figure out what Oscar saw in me.
“I recognized you from social media,” she explained. “Oscar has you all over his profile. That was something he didn’t do with me. But you’re very beautiful, Grace.”
“Thank you,” I replied nervously.
I was sh0cked that I was sitting next to my husband’s ex-wife on a flight. This was the woman that he had stood beside in a church, promising to spend the rest of his life with. And now, I was the third party in their promise to God.
It made me feel strange. This was the ghost of my husband’s past, and we were stuck together for the next three hours.
To my surprise, Clara kept the conversation going. She appeared to want to get to know me and nothing about her demeanor was off. At first. Instead, she was warm and pleasant and talked excitedly about the flight.
“I’m usually pretty nervous about flying,” she said. “But it’s a help having someone that I can talk to. I went away because we were celebrating my cousin. Her wedding is coming up, and we surprised her with a bridal shower.”
“That sounds lovely,” I said, warming up to Clara quickly. “I’m going back from visiting my mother. She wasn’t well, and I just wanted to spend a week taking care of her.”
After that, almost casually, Clara dropped the first bomb.
“Did you know that the house you’re living in,” she began easily, as if she were commenting on the weather, “Was supposed to be my house? My dream house, actually.”
“Excuse me?” I asked, a little blindsided.
“Oh, Oscar didn’t tell you? Yeah, we designed it while we were living in the apartment. I think Oscar moved into the house just before you did. But every detail in that house? Yeah, I had a say in it all. Oscar must have liked it all so much that he didn’t want to change anything at all.”
My heart pounded in my chest.
Our home, the place where we’d built so many memories, wasn’t even ours at all? It was Oscar and Clara’s…
I felt a wave of nausea hit me.
“Oscar never mentioned that,” I said finally. “I just knew that he moved in two months before our wedding. And then I moved in after our honeymoon. We’ve been in there for three years now, and we’ve made some changes.”
Clara chuckled softly.
“I’m not surprised, Grace. He always did like to keep his little secrets,” she said.
She turned away for a moment.
I wanted to change the subject, to steer us back to safer waters, but she wasn’t done.
“And the flowers, Grace,” she continued, her voice much softer now. “Oscar still sends me the loveliest flowers every year. On our anniversary, and on my birthday. Tulips for both days. He always remembered that they were my favorite. Even the day our divorce was finalized, he bought me a bouquet.”
My mouth went dry and fuzzy.
“Flowers? Seriously?” I asked before I could stop myself.
Clara nodded, a smile slowly forming on her face as she thought about it.
“This year, they arrived right on time. The delivery guy knocked on the door early in the morning with a little birthday cake, too. It’s almost funny, isn’t it? A man who could barely remember to take out the trash but never forgets to send his ex-wife flowers.”
I felt like I couldn’t breathe. This was way more than I could handle. I wanted to get up, to leave, but there was nowhere to go.
I was trapped thousands of feet in the air, with the woman who was just dismantling my life piece by piece.
Clara was quiet for a moment, and I wondered if her speech was over. Of course, it wasn’t.
“And just so you know,” she added, leaning closer to me, “Oscar calls me whenever things get rough. Like a few months ago when you guys had that fight about him spending too many long nights at the office. And last week… when he said that you two fought over something and you packed up to go to your mother.”
I was speechless.
“He always calls me when he needs someone to talk to. You know, when he feels a bit lost.”
This couldn’t be real at all. My head was spinning.
How could the man I thought I knew, the man I had married, still be so deeply entangled in his past that I was nothing more than a placeholder?
“Why are you telling me all this?” I asked.
“I don’t know, Grace-y,” she said. “You seem like a nice girl, and I thought you deserved to know the truth.”
I wanted to scream, to cry, to confront her with a thousand questions—but instead, I just sat there, completely numb.
When Oscar and I first got together, he was endlessly attentive. Weekly flowers, surprise dinners, thoughtful gestures—he made me feel chosen. We were building something real, or so I thought. So why was he extending that same energy to someone who was supposed to be part of his past?
After that moment, Clara and I didn’t exchange another word. I just stared ahead, my thoughts spiraling. Every memory with Oscar replayed itself, now clouded by everything she had just revealed.
It all felt poisoned—like nothing was untouched.
As the plane landed and passengers began to shuffle out, Clara turned to me.
“I’m sorry,” she said, and I think I believed her. In her own way, she was just as trapped in his web as I was.
I didn’t respond, I just walked away.
Now, I’m sitting in this coffee shop trying to figure out how I’m going to get home and face my husband. Before thinking, I picked up my phone to text Oscar.
It’s over, Oscar. Speak to Clara.
I hit send before I could change my mind. It wasn’t what Oscar did, it was the trust behind it.
