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134. A Heart Divided

Author: Meminger
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-26 18:16:14

Elliot POV

The interior of the private jet felt smaller with each passing hour, the space cramped not by its size but by the suffocating presence of Jennifer Durham. The hum of the engines was a constant drone,

steady noise, but it didn’t drown out the sound of her voice, sharp as a blade, as she berated a flight attendant.

“This is lukewarm coffee,” she said, pushing the cup back at the young woman, whose face flushed with embarrassment. “What do you think I am? An economy passenger? Bring me another, and make it decent this time.” The attendant mumbled an apology, hurrying to the back of the plane, while Jennifer rolled her eyes, adjusting her pearl necklace with an exaggerated flourish.

I watched her from my seat, anger simmering beneath the surface. Jennifer was insufferable, always had been, but now, with her haughty demeanor, she seemed determined to make every second of this flight a living hell.

She leaned toward one of the other staff, a man organizing the bar, and pointed
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