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.

We apologize for the scare. Our crew will be coming through

her seat belt and stood, hand over her mouth, but her legs nearly gave out beneath her. Stewart caught her just

feel sick?"

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

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

was violently

cold water on her face, waiting for the dizziness to fade. Gradually, her stomach settled and she

to her seat, the flight attendant greeted her with a warm smile and offered a cup of hot water and

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

you need anything at all, just let us know," the attendant replied kindly.

the

minutes until landing, Briony gave up on sleeping. She pulled out a paperback from her bag and

Stewart kept silent, only

the soft light, Briony's profile looked calm, her skin pale

leaned back, and closed his eyes, letting out a silent

bus was winding its way into the

got, the lighter the

soon as the bus left the highway for

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

"Really? I

said with a

"What do you usually read?" "Me?" Stella shrugged, completely honest. "I only read novels."

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