That instant I decided thatI would not remain passive any longer. I rose, pretending simply to stroll the aisle, and brushed against her. The coffee spilled straight onto her legs.
She shrieked so loudly that every passenger turned. Leaping up in outrage, she frantically shook the drops away, hurling curses in her fury. I stared directly at her and said calmly,
“Now you’ll understand how I feel when you target my husband.” Pitiful woman.
She froze, blindsided by my words. Her fa:ke pride, that illusion of dominance, dissolved. Chuckles and whispers spread across the cabin.
I returned to my seat, completely at ease. And let me tell you something: I don’t regret it. Not a single moment.
