My husband and his business partner, Arthur, flew out for a critical, two-day corporate negotiation in **Johannesburg**. My husband texted me right before takeoff: "Just boarded the flight, Soph. Got the window seat so I can prep the pitch deck in peace. Going to be totally offline for the next four hours."
At 2:00 PM, Arthur’s wife called me, crying hysterically.
"Soph, look at the local news livestream I just sent you. There is a massive protest blocking the main terminal at our local airport. They haven't even boarded the plane."
I opened the link. The live news broadcast was showing a chaotic crowd right outside our city’s airport terminal.
The camera panned across the terminal’s glass windows to show the travelers trapped inside. Clear as day, standing right by the terminal coffee shop, was my husband, with his arm around a completely different woman, laughing and holding a boutique shopping bag.
Right at that exact second, my phone vibrated with a scheduled text from my husband that said...