“Have a good flight. I love you.”
He replied almost immediately.
“I love you too. Boarding for Portland now.”
Claire put her phone away and walked toward Row 14.
She sat down by the window and closed her eyes.
Then she heard his voice.
“Take the window seat, sweetheart.”
Her whole body froze.
Slowly, she leaned into the aisle and looked toward first class.
Ryan was there, helping Chloe place her luggage in the overhead compartment.
Like a husband helping his wife.
Chloe was wearing a cream-colored coat that Claire instantly recognized from a photo taken at a company event months earlier. And the smile she gave Ryan wasn’t professional.
It was possessive.
Claire felt the air leave her lungs.
But she remained perfectly calm.
She didn’t scream.
She didn’t break down.
She didn’t confront them right away.
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