His mind was racing.
He had expected shock. Anger. Maybe even confrontation.
Instead, Olivia had responded with perfect professionalism.
That frightened him more than anything.
Behind them, Olivia continued welcoming passengers as if she had not just watched her husband board an international flight with another woman.
The first-class cabin glowed with soft lighting and understated luxury. Wide leather seats sat in neat rows. Soft music drifted through hidden speakers while passengers settled in.
Ethan sank into his seat, but the comfort suddenly meant nothing.
Vanessa glanced around nervously. “You think she’ll say something?”
Ethan rubbed his temples slowly. “She won’t cause a scene.”
Vanessa lowered her voice. “She definitely recognized you.”
“Yes.”
“And me.”
Ethan nodded quietly.
Vanessa leaned back, now visibly unsettled. “I thought you said she only flew local routes.”
“She did.”
“Then why is she here?”
Ethan had no answer.
Across the cabin, Olivia moved with perfect grace, helping passengers store luggage and settle into their seats. Her composure remained flawless. Most people were too busy getting comfortable to notice anything unusual.
Vanessa turned toward Ethan again. “This is bad.”
He stared straight ahead. “Relax.”
“How can I relax? Your wife is literally working this flight.”
Ethan finally turned to her. “She’s a professional. She won’t embarrass herself.”
Vanessa crossed her arms. “That’s not what I’m worried about.”
Ethan followed her gaze toward the galley, where Olivia stood speaking quietly with another crew member. Her face looked calm, but her eyes briefly passed over Ethan and Vanessa like a quiet storm.
Then she kept moving, as if they were strangers.
Vanessa swallowed. “Your wife is terrifying.”
For the first time since boarding the plane, Ethan began to realize something deeply unsettling.
Olivia wasn’t reacting.
She was observing.
The aircraft doors closed. The engines hummed to life. The plane taxied, then lifted into the sky.
Once the seatbelt signs turned off, the crew began service.
Olivia pushed a polished cart into first class.
She stopped beside the first passenger, offered drinks, and moved on.
Closer.
Closer.
Vanessa stiffened.
Ethan’s pulse quickened.
Finally Olivia reached their row.
Her expression remained neutral and polite.
“Would you like champagne or wine?”
Her tone was the same calm, professional tone she had used with every other passenger.
Ethan struggled to answer normally. He declined.
Vanessa asked for champagne with a forced smile.
Olivia poured it carefully. Then she leaned just slightly closer to Ethan and lowered her voice so only he could hear.
“I hope the investors’ meeting in Abuja goes well.”
The words were soft, controlled—
and devastating.
She straightened immediately and continued down the aisle as though nothing unusual had happened.
Vanessa watched her leave. “That sounded personal.”
Ethan said nothing.
Because now he understood what Vanessa did not.
Olivia knew everything.
As the flight continued, dinner service arrived in elegant courses. Most passengers relaxed into the comfort of long-haul travel.
But Ethan barely tasted his food.
Vanessa picked at hers without appetite.
“She definitely knows.”
Ethan exhaled. “She suspects.”
Vanessa shook her head. “No. She knows.”
He remained quiet.
Vanessa leaned closer. “You should talk to her.”
“That would make it worse.”
“So what’s the plan then?”
Ethan rubbed his hands together. “We finish the flight.”
“That’s it?”
“Yes.”
Vanessa shook her head. “You’re underestimating your wife.”
Across the cabin, Olivia moved through the aisle again, checking on passengers with the same polished composure. When she reached Ethan’s row, she asked if everything was comfortable.
Vanessa nodded too quickly.
Ethan muttered a quiet yes.
Olivia thanked them and continued on.
Vanessa looked after her. “That woman is planning something.”
Ethan stared straight ahead. “That’s exactly what worries me.”
Hours later, the plane touched down in Dubai as evening lights began to glow across the city.
Passengers applauded softly.
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