My Husband Lied About a Business Trip, Then Walked Onto My Flight With His Mistress — So I Let Them Fly Into My Trap
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Chapter 3: Champagne for the Betrayers
Chapter 3: Champagne for the Betrayers
Thirty thousand feet above the Atlantic, I walked toward first class.
Two glasses of champagne.
Two people who thought they had won.
Vanessa immediately lifted her glass.
“To Paris.”
Ethan didn’t move.
His eyes followed me.
I placed his champagne down.
Then I leaned closer.
Only enough for him to hear.
“I packed your blue tie.”
His fingers tightened around the armrest.
His entire body went still.
Because he understood.
I didn’t accidentally find out.
I knew.
I had known.
And I still let him board.
I walked away.
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For the first time in nine years…
Ethan Carter was afraid of me.
