Suddenly, Clara turned to me and spoke. “Grace, right? You’re Oscar’s new wife?”

I nodded, speechless. It was one thing for me to know who she was, but how could she possibly know me?

“I recognized you from social media,” she explained with a smile. “Oscar has you all over his profile. He never did that with me. But you’re beautiful, Grace.”

“Thank you,” I muttered, my nerves on edge. Sitting next to the woman my husband once vowed his life to felt surreal. It was like facing a ghost from his past.

Clara’s tone remained light at first. She seemed warm and pleasant, talking casually about her trip. “I’m usually nervous about flying,” she said, “but this time was different. I was coming back from a bridal shower we threw for my cousin.” I relaxed a little, trying to match her easygoing