Passengers rushed towards their boarding gates, but at that precise moment, my entire universe seemed to focus on a single person. My husband, Lucas Walker, embraced me warmly and spoke to me with that natural tenderness that, for years, had convinced me that I was loved.
“Everything will be fine, Anne,” he said softly. “Two years in Zurich will fly by, and this promotion will secure the future we’ve always dreamed of.” His voice, imbued with perfect confidence and assurance, made him sound exactly like a devoted husband ready to sacrifice his comfort for a better opportunity.
