My Husband Gave My Seat on Our Private Jet to His Secretary—Then I Discovered Who Really Owned His Billion-Dollar Company
Not someone he could dismiss with a gesture toward the rear of an aircraft.
I had looked for that acknowledgment in his words.
In public introductions.
In little signs of affection.
In whether he gave me the seat beside him.
Now I understood that respect couldn’t be measured by furniture arrangements alone.
The seat mattered because of what it revealed.
Aaron believed he could decide where I belonged without consulting me.