The plane ride home should have been exhilarating but unfortunately, it wasn't. I never thought I'd have to fight my own family—not like they behaved family like anyway—at all. The plan was to get back my husband but if getting him back meant dealing with Lisa and Bianca, I would not back down for shit. Maverick was working on his laptop the entire flight to Hawaii or so I thought. I, on the other hand had tires spinning in my head. In what ways could I possibly teach Lisa a lesson such that she learns never to defame my name again? What could I possibly do or say that Dad's influence wouldn't disrupt? Ezra cried from his nursery on the plane and I went over to him. Seemed like the little guy was hungry. I fed and cleaned him up before burping him and putting him to bed to sleep. We're in for a long night, I had no plans of it being unbearably noisy and unproductive. A few minutes later, I went to the restroom with my skincare products in hand. I certainly had to have my night ro
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