When I boarded my husband’s private jet, his secretary was sitting beside him in my usual seat, feeding him peeled oranges while his mother told me to be considerate. I didn’t argue.

my life around my husband.

I wasn’t going to spend the next four organizing it around his downfall.

“I didn’t want revenge.”

Daniel waited.

“I wanted my life back.”

He nodded.

Then he laughed.

“What about the jet?”

I smiled.

Aaron had loved calling it his favorite corporate asset.

He had never owned it.

Not one piece of it.

“The jet?”

“Yes.”

I remembered the flight attendant standing beside the cabin door.

Would you like us to cancel the flight, ma’am?

I laughed quietly.

“It was never his.”

Then I