I sat expressionless. I connected to the in-flight Wi-Fi, pulled up the photo of our marriage certificate on my phone, and sent it to Dominic.
A long pause before he replied.
"? I'm swamped at work, practically dying over here. I really wish I could spend your birthday with you."
I typed back:
"Dominic, is our marriage certificate real?"
### Chapter 4
No reply ever came through on my phone.
At the same time, a syrupy, tearful voice drifted over from nearby.
"Babe, this stupid plane is the worst! I'm never flying again! I'm so mad I could cry..."
"What happened? Who upset my baby? Tell me."
The tenderness soaking through that male voice made me look up involuntarily.
On Eve's screen, I saw the husband who'd told me he was working overtime, lounging against a leather sofa.
The Patek Philippe on his wrist, the one I'd always assumed was a knockoff, caught the light of a five-star hotel suite and threw back a cold, unmistakable gleam.
Eve wept like a willow in the rain, the picture of wounded innocence.
"There was this hideous psycho on the plane who had the nerve to bully me! Babe, you have to make her pay!"
The way Dominic looked at her was drenched in devotion so thick it could drown.