Elena’s POV
I froze the moment I stepped into the jet. Mark. What the hell?
He was standing near the cockpit, arms crossed, his face already dark with anger. My heart dropped. Yes, I knew he was Bella’s husband but I never imagined he would be part of this so-called vacation. Bella had promised me a surprise. Was this it?
Our eyes met, and the air instantly turned sharp.
He didn’t say anything to me. Instead, he turned to Bella and pulled her a few steps aside, his voice low but furious.
“What the hell is she doing here? I thought this was a private trip.”
Bella folded her arms. “Elena is my friend,” she shot back. “And I need her with me.”
“You need her?” he scoffed. “For what exactly?”
“So you don’t have to pretend to enjoy shopping and a luxury spa,” Bella snap
