When I stepped inside the private jet, Jasmine was sitting in my usual seat beside my husband.
Aaron’s new secretary was leaning toward him, smiling as she placed a piece of peeled orange near his mouth.
The moment she noticed me, she gave a dramatic little gasp.
The orange slipped from her fingers and landed on Aaron’s trousers.
“Oh my goodness, Mr. Prescott. I’m so sorry.”
She immediately reached down and began brushing at his leg.
Aaron didn’t stop her.
He didn’t even move away.
Instead, he looked at me
