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“Get off my jet,” William said, while my water soaked the leather seat and his mistress laughed through FaceTime. Rain slapped my face as I stumbled onto the runway, one hand bleeding, the other clutching my unborn son. He flew toward her ocean view. I rode toward surgery alone. But the jet cameras recorded everything that night—and kept score.

“Get off my jet,” William said, while my water soaked the leather seat and his mistress laughed through FaceTime. Rain slapped my face as I stumbled onto the runway, one hand bleeding, the other clutching my unborn son. He flew toward her ocean view. I rode toward surgery alone. But the jet cameras recorded everything that night—and kept score.

Geekrew Originals · Jul 30, 2026 · 3.6K reads · 1 part · 17 min read

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“Get off my jet, Claire,” my husband said while my water ran down the leather seat. For three seconds, I thought I had misheard him. Then Victoria’s voice floated through his phone speaker, sweet and spoiled.

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