"Bad lady! You're hurting my mommy! I'll bite you to death!"

I looked down. Eve's son had latched onto my leg, sinking his teeth in.

The little boy was arrogant, his small eyes brimming with hostility.

And then I finally saw it clearly. That face. It looked so much like Dominic's childhood photos.

So much like my son.

In that moment, the designer outfit on his little body seared my vision like a brand.

I forgot the pain. Something inside me snapped, and I lunged for the tiny suit jacket.

"Take it off! Take it off!"

The child went white with terror at the crazed woman clawing at him and burst into wails.

Eve flew at me, her manicured nails raking through the air.

"You psycho! That's Dominic Ashford's son!"

Two flight attendants rushed over, grabbing my arms, hauling me back in a frantic tangle of limbs.

"Ms. Simmons, please, you can't take this out on a child!"

"Besides, Miss Sullivan and her son are VIP clients. You really can't afford to cross them."

VIP clients?

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.

A male attendant shoved me back, hard and rough. I hit the floor again.

Eve screamed at a pitch that could shatter crystal.

"You all saw that! This trash tried to attack me! I'm calling the police!"

The male attendant dropped all pretense of courtesy.