After the Breakup, I Married the Richest Man in the City

I had been in love for ten years and engaged for five without a wedding. My best friend had always been indignant on my behalf, but I had made countless excuses for Conrad Truman. It wasn't until Susanna Lattimore showed up with a child in tow that I finally understood...

"I'm sorry, Sharon. It was... Conrad who brought us here. I didn't know you were in..."

I glanced at the little boy she was holding. His features bore a striking resemblance to Conrad.

"How old are you?"

"I'm five, Miss."

I smiled. Kids really couldn't lie.

"Sharon, I didn't mean to hurt you. Conrad and I are truly in love..."

"I have a flight to catch, so I won't linger."

Susanna and I had shared a dorm room in college. We often studied or had dinner together.

Who would have thought that the guy she bragged about marrying first in our dorm would turn out to be my boyfriend of ten years, Conrad?

...

My hands and feet were ice-cold as I exited the airplane lavatory.

The turbulence made me unsteady, and I stumbled into a man's lap, right between his legs.

The fabric of his trousers was clearly bespoke, quite expensive.

I hurriedly tried to get up and apologize, but a pair of strong hands firmly pressed me down.

I couldn't move.

The first thought that popped into my head was that I had encountered a pervert in, on an airplane!

"Pervert! Someone's molesting me! Help!"

My cries were muffled against the fabric of his trousers, and I had no idea if anyone could hear me.

I struggled against his tight grip, trying to break free.

It seemed like he was determined to molest me openly on the plane.

My nails scratched against some part of him.

He let out a deep sigh, and the pressure on my waist eased a little.

Sensing the change, I tried to push myself up again, but another bout of turbulence threw me back into his arms.

This time, his hands just encircled me to keep me within his reach.

It seemed like a protective gesture. His hands no longer touched my body.

...

At that moment, I found myself leaning against his shoulder.

I tried to move, but he stopped me. "Don't move. We're experiencing severe turbulence."

As soon as he said that, the plane jolted violently, the wing dipping sharply and dropping several feet.

I heard everyone in the cabin gasp, some even screaming in distress.

Clearly, the prolonged turbulence was getting to them.

As for me, my mind was preoccupied with the fact that I hadn't petted Bobby, my cat, before leaving the house. I hadn't hugged him or kissed him.

He would be waiting for me at the door, staring intently at the keyhole, not moving or sleeping...

Even if Conrad was at home, Bobby knew he didn't like him and wouldn't go near him. He wouldn't rest until he saw me.

...

My fingers clenched involuntarily.

People say that right before you die, your life flashes before your eyes. But my memory hadn't even started flashing, and here I was, about to die?