Ten Years Poor Five Billion Divorce
Language: en
My long-distance husband, Cameron, claimed he had to work through the holidays, so I decided to fly out and surprise him. The only seats left were business class. I stared at the five-figure price tag, swallowed hard, and wiped out a year's savings. Naturally, when I finally settled in, I couldn't even figure out how to pull out the tray table. The impeccably dressed woman next to me sneered. “First time in business, honey?” I managed an awkward smile. “I’m sorry. You must be an executive. You look incredibly successful.” She scoffed, running a hand over her custom-tailored jacket. “Me?…