After seven years of marriage, my husband, Trevor, fell for another woman—even our daughter wanted her as her new mom. I scoffed at the years I’d wasted and handed him the divorce papers. Yet he dropped his usual aloofness, slamming me against the wall, “Divorce? Not a chance.” *** When Celeste Rodriguez landed at the airport in Andostan, it was already past 9:00 pm. It was her birthday. Her phone buzzed with messages from colleagues and friends—but not a single one from her husband, Trevor Flem