“My billionaire ex-husband sat beside me on a flight just to shame me—then three little boys stepped out of a Bentley and ran toward me, calling, “Mom!”

A few passengers glanced our way. Harrison seemed to enjoy being watched.

The flight attendant checked his ticket. “Mr. Sterling, your seat is—”

“I know where my seat is.”

To my disbelief, he sat right beside me, even though there were empty seats elsewhere.

“There are other places you could sit,” I said.