Five years after our divorce, my billionaire ex-husband chose the seat beside me in first class just to remind me of everything he thought I had lost. He believed I was alone. He believed I had spent years regretting him.
What he didn’t know was that when we landed in Chicago, three little boys would run from a waiting Bentley straight into my arms—and the truth he had ignored for five years would break everything he thought he knew.
My name is Chloe Vance, and Harrison Sterling was the last person I expected to see that morning.
The moment he entered the first-class cabin, I knew him immediately. Five years had passed since our divorce, but some people leave marks time does not fully erase.
For one brief second, our eyes met. Then his face hardened.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said.
I closed the book in my lap. “Trust me, Harrison. If I had known you were on this flight, I would have driven.”
A few passengers glanced our way. Harrison seemed to enjoy being watched.
The flight attendant checked his ticket. “Mr. Sterling, your seat is—”
“I know where my seat is.”
To my disbelief, he sat right beside me, even though there were empty seats elsewhere.
“There are other places you could sit,” I said.
“I know.”
“Then why here?”
A cold smile touched his mouth. “Five years of silence. I thought we should catch up.”
I turned back toward the window. “You always confused cruelty with confidence.”
“And you always confused secrets with innocence.”
My stomach tightened. There it was. The accusation that had destroyed us.
