“My billionaire ex-husband sat beside me on a flight just to shame me—then three little boys stepped out of a Bentley and ran toward me, calling, “Mom!”

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—”

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