The hum of the private jet was a low, constant vibration beneath Anna’s feet as she sat stiffly in one of the plush cream leather seats. Everything around her screamed wealth and luxury—the polished mahogany accents, the crystal glasses filled with freshly squeezed orange juice, and the uniformed flight attendant who moved with practiced grace.
But none of it made her feel at ease.
Anna’s fingers tightened around the armrest, her gaze flickering toward the small window beside her. Clouds drifted below them like cotton, but all she could see was the coldness in Jaden’s eyes this morning.
No goodbye. Not even a glance.
She had told herself it didn’t matter. That this was what they agreed upon—this was a contract, a means to an end. He didn’t owe her a farewell. But the ache in her chest
