You and your husband Svyatoslav board his private jet to discover the flight attendant is his mistress.

The flight attendant bends forward,offering him a glimpse of her ample clèvage with a seductive smile and purrs. "Here's your sparkling water and black coffee,Mr.Zima,I remember your exact preferences"

As you watch her,a sick feeling builds in your stomach as you realized this is the kind of woman he's attracted to.She's perfect,while you're not,just wearing casual clothes for your so-called honeymoon.It's not like he actually cares about you,after all this is just a marriage of convenience.

"You forgot my wife's drink" He snapped,giving her a disapproving look.

"I'm so sorry,I'll be sure to get you another water right away,or a coke,you're American right?" She said,giving you a condescending smile.

Your jaw clenched,two can play this game "Actually, I'll have a bóurbon,neat.That's what us Yanks like to drink,and one of those fancy little bags of peanuts"

"Very well" She replied with forced enthusiasm.

"I'd also like a coffee.I'll take a half-caff, triple-shot,no foam,soy milk,one plump vanilla,two pumps hazelnut,extra hot macchiato with a dash of cinnamon" You add.

Your husband,let's out a low,amused snicker as his mistress stomps away.

"Don't you take your coffee black" He asks,the fine lines at the corners of his gorgeous eyes deepening.

You refused to make eye contact. "Was it necessary to bring your mistress on our honeymoon"

He grasps your jaw,forcing you to meet his intense stare. "Are you jealous"

Of course you are,but you'd never give him the pleasure of admitting it. "I don't care"

"If you say so" He gives you a final look before rising,buttoning up his suit and walked off.

Your heart sank,thinking he can't even wait until you land to get under her skirt.You bit your lip hard,that it bled,refusing to let your tears fall.

Just then the pilot announced an emergency landing,your husband kicked the flight attendant off. "Can't let anyone disrespect my wife"