Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony froze, yanking her hand back in an instant.

The plane jolted violently, the turbulence so intense that lightning flashed outside the window, thunder rumbling so loud it rattled her skull.

Over the chaos, the flight attendant's calm voice came through the speakers:

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're experiencing turbulence as we pass through a storm cloud. Please make sure your seat belts are securely fastened, follow the crew's instructions, and keep your hands on the seatback in front of you..."

Briony had never been through turbulence this bad before.

As the shaking grew worse, panic started to ripple through the cabin.

"Mum, I'm scared, I want to go home "

"Are we going to die? I haven't even met my boyfriend yet―"

"God, please, just get us through this, please—”

Cries and prayers overlapped in a rising tide of fear. Suddenly, the plane lurched with a sickening drop. Screams erupted as the cabin depressurized and the oxygen masks fell from overhead with a thud.

Stewart grabbed a mask and quickly fitted it over Briony's face. "Don't panic. Deep breaths."

Briony squeezed her eyes shut, mind blank with terror.

But the turbulence was so fierce her stomach rebelled. Nausea twisted through her, and she clung to the armrests, desperate for it to end.

Five endless minutes later, the shaking finally eased. The plane broke free of the storm clouds, leveling out at cruising altitude.

gentle and reassuring. "Ladies and gentlemen, we've safely passed through the storm. We apologize for the scare. Our crew will be coming through the cabin-if anyone is feeling unwell, please let us

seat belt and stood, hand over her mouth, but her legs nearly gave out beneath

feel sick?"

miserable. She shoved his hand away, voice tense. “Just leave me alone. Honestly, that would help me the

how pale she was, Stewart didn't argue. He called over a flight attendant, who

was

the dizziness to fade. Gradually, her stomach settled

warm smile and offered a

the water. "No pills, thank you. I'm feeling

let us know," the attendant replied kindly. "Thank you." Briony managed a small, grateful

left, Briony sipped the warm water, feeling the comforting

gave up on sleeping. She pulled out

only glancing at her

profile looked calm,

turned away, leaned back, and closed his

bus was winding its way

they got, the lighter the rain

had never been anywhere like this before. As soon as the bus left the highway for the narrow mountain roads, she pressed her face

outside faded into darkness. Finally, she turned to the man beside her. "How much longer till we get there?" Cedric Clarke looked up from his book, glanced out into the pitch-black, then checked his watch and did a quick mental calculation. "We should be getting close. If it weren't for the rain

"Really? I thought you'd

do read medical texts," Cedric said with a faint smile, "but I read Harry

about you?" he asked. "What do you usually read?" "Me?" Stella shrugged, completely honest. "I only read novels." Cedric's interest was piqued. "What

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