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""Jasmine was still rubbing the orange juice from Aaron’s trousers when I stepped off the jet and heard the cabin door hiss behind me.
I made it halfway down the polished stairs before Aaron called my name.
“Alyssa.”
I stopped without turning.
His voice had the clipped impatience he used when an employee had misunderstood an instruction.
“You’re being ridiculous.”
The executives inside the cabin went quiet enough that I could hear the ventilation system humming.
I looked back at him.
Aaron stood in the doorway with one hand braced against the frame, his charcoal jacket unbuttoned and a wet orange stain darkening one thigh.
Behind him, Jasmine had returned to my seat.
My seat.
That phrase almost made me laugh.
For four years, I had mistaken proximity for belonging.
“I’m not upset,” I said.
“You walked off the plane.”
“Yes.”
“We have eighty people waiting in Napa because of this trip.”
“Then you should go.”
His mouth tightened.
Aaron had always hated answers he could not argue with.
My mother-in-law, Evelyn, appeared behind his shoulder.
She gave me the exhausted look reserved for children throwing tantrums in expensive places.
“Alyssa, enough.”
“I agree.”
That confused her.
I continued down the stairs.
At the bottom, Captain Reynolds was waiting beside the ground operations manager.
The captain had flown my family for nearly eleven years, although Aaron apparently still believed Prescott Technologies owned the aircraft.
It did not.
Neither did I, technically.
The Gulfstream belonged to Hawthorne Aviation Holdings, one of the quieter companies inside my family trust.
Aaron’s company merely had a preferential-use agreement.
That distinction had never mattered before.
It mattered now.
Captain Reynolds removed his cap.
“Mrs. Prescott.”
The ground manager straightened beside him.
Then both men inclined their heads.
The gesture was small, professional, and devastatingly visible from the open cabin door.
“Ma’am,” Captain Reynolds said, “should we cancel the flight?”
Nobody spoke behind me.
I glanced at my watch.
The aircraft had a departure window in twelve minutes.
“No.”
Relief flashed across Aaron’s face.
I let him enjoy it for exactly one second.
“Cancel Prescott Technologies’ authorization to use Hawthorne aircraft, effective immediately.”
The captain’s expression changed almost imperceptibly.
“Understood.”
Aaron came down three steps.
“What?”
“Everyone can disembark.”
Captain Reynolds nodded toward the ground manager.
The man lifted his radio.
Aaron descended the rest of the stairs so quickly that he nearly missed the final step.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Leaving.”
“This plane is contracted to my company.”
“It was.”
His eyes moved from me to the captain.
“Reynolds, ignore that.”
Captain Reynolds did not answer him.
That silence did more damage than any insult I could have invented.
People began appearing in the doorway behind Aaron.
First came Daniel Cho, his chief financial officer.
Then two board members.
Then Evelyn.
Jasmine stayed farther back, one hand curled around the cream leather headrest of the seat she had wanted badly enough to humiliate me for it.
Aaron lowered his voice.
“Alyssa, who owns this plane?”
I took my phone from my handbag.
“You’ve signed the aviation invoices for three years.”
“I don’t personally read every vendor document.”
“I know.”
His face reddened.
Daniel came down the stairs more slowly.
“Aaron.”
“Not now.”
Daniel ignored him.
“Hawthorne Aviation?”
Aaron looked at him.
Daniel’s expression had gone strangely blank.
“The aircraft agreement is through Hawthorne Family Holdings,” he said.
Evelyn reached the tarmac.
“So?”
Daniel rubbed his lower lip.
He had a nervous habit of doing that whenever numbers frightened him.
“Alyssa’s maiden name is Hawthorne.”
For several seconds, the only sound was the auxiliary engine.
Then one of the executives at the top of the stairs quietly stepped backward into the cabin.
Evelyn stared at me.
“You told us your family had investments.”
“They do.”
Aaron gave a short, humorless laugh.
“This is childish.”
“Probably.”
“You’re grounding eighty employees because Jasmine sat in a chair.”
“No.”
I unlocked my phone.
“I’m terminating a favor because you reminded me of my place.”
That finally reached him.
Not emotionally.
Aaron rarely processed humiliation emotionally while it was happening.
He processed it as a problem of control.
His eyes sharpened.
“What favor?”
I opened the secure portal for Hawthorne Family Office.
There were three documents waiting for authorization.
I had prepared none of them today.
That was the part Aaron did not yet understand.
The marriage had not died beside an orange.
The orange had merely arrived in time for the funeral.
For six months, my attorneys had been quietly separating assets that should never have remained entangled.
I had delayed the final signatures twice.
Once after Aaron brought me soup when I had the flu.
Once after I found an old photograph of us eating supermarket cupcakes on the floor of his first office because we had been too broke, or believed ourselves too broke, to order dinner.
Love could make an intelligent woman negotiate against evidence.
I had become exceptionally talented at it.
“Alyssa,” Aaron said, softer now.
I looked up.
He knew that expression on my face.
Years ago, when investors had tried to force him out of his own company, I had worn the same expression across a conference table.
Back then, it had been directed at his enemies.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing yet.”
Daniel’s phone vibrated.
He glanced down.
His eyebrows drew together.
Then his phone vibrated again.
So did Aaron’s.
Around us, devices began chiming inside pockets and handbags as the passengers’ corporate email accounts received the same automated notice.
Daniel read first.
“Temporary suspension of Hawthorne patent licenses pending compliance review.”
Aaron snatched out his phone.
The color left his face.
“That’s impossible.”
“It isn’t.”
“You can’t suspend our patents.”
“They aren’t your patents.”
“We own the underlying technology.”
“You own products built around licensed intellectual property.”
His thumb moved rapidly across the screen.
“No.”
It came out quietly.
He opened another message.
Then another.
Daniel stepped away from him.
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That movement was tiny, but I noticed it.
So did Aaron.
