One of the attendants pulled me aside and whispered, "She's a premium guest with our airline. She's the woman of that billionaire Mr. Ashford, the one worth tens of billions. You don't want this fight."
So the whole world knew he was a billionaire. Everyone except his own wife.
I went to the restroom and splashed water on my face, trying to pull myself together.
As I turned to leave, I heard glass shatter somewhere behind me. Before I could react, a red stiletto heel hooked my ankle.
"Ah—!"
I hit the floor hard. Shards of broken glass bit into my kneecaps, and I sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth.
Eve stood over me, arms crossed, looking down like I was something stuck to her shoe.
"What exactly do you think you are, daring to hit me?"
Her eyes were venomous. "You said you had a child once. Don't tell me it died?"
"Look at you. Pathetic, disgusting. No wonder your man doesn't want you. That's why you're so insanely jealous of me, isn't it?"
I got up.
Without a word, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed her head toward the sink counter.
"You—how dare you?!"
Eve thrashed wildly, and the flight attendants who'd been hovering nearby charged in instantly.