Chapter 1

Felicia Shaw was on a video call with her best friend, Elara Whitmore, inside the VIP lounge at Charis de Gaulle Airport. "Fel, are you sure you want to come back home and divorce Jeffrey?"

Felicia thought of the scandal she'd seen in the local news from Brielle and nodded. "Since he has a woman he truly loves, it wouldn't be right for me to hold onto the position of his wife. It's better for us to make a clean break and move on."

Elara clicked her tongue. "That man's unbelievable. He hasn't shown his face once or even made a single phone call in three years. You're honestly better off without him!"

Worried that Felicia might be upset, she deliberately joked, "Don't worry, Fel. We both know you've got options. Divorce him! You should split his assets, ball on his dime, and date a bunch of boy toys! That'll definitely drive him mad!"

Felicia chuckled. "Alright, alright, I hear you. I need to pass through security now. See you back home!"

After hanging up, she pulled on her mask and cap and strode out of the lounge, completely unaware that just beyond the wall, in the smoking area, a tall man in a pilot's uniform had overheard most of their conversation.

He wore aviator sunglasses and held a cigarette between his fingers, his leather gloves tossed casually on the table. Three gold stripes gleamed on his shoulder, and his uniform was sharp and immaculate.

His gaze was cold as he watched her retreating figure through the glass door.

Jeffrey Jones hadn't expected that volunteering to cover a flight to Charis for a colleague would result in an unexpected encounter with the wife he'd never met.

Three years ago, his grandmother, Eleanor Hart, had suffered a heart attack and had been rushed to the hospital by Felicia.

From then on, she'd latched onto their family and cast some kind of spell on Eleanor, who'd suddenly insisted that he marry Felicia.

Initially, he'd been willing to get along out of respect for Eleanor. However, after digging into Felicia's background, he'd found out that she'd once been engaged to the scion of another wealthy family in Brielle.

She'd probably broken off that engagement because she believed the Jones family held a higher status.

He'd been furious, but he couldn't go against Eleanor, so he'd reluctantly agreed to get the marriage certificate.

He hadn't expected that she'd plan to divorce him, take his money, and spend it on a few boy toys once she realized there was nothing to gain from their marriage.

Great. He couldn't wait to see what tricks she'd pull once she was back home.

As her figure disappeared into the crowd, Jeffrey stubbed out his cigarette and strode toward the pre-flight briefing room.

…

Two hours later, the flight from Charis to Brielle was ready for takeoff. Felicia requested a blanket, booted up her laptop, and started drafting the divorce agreement.

She didn't plan to ask for a single cent from Jeffrey. Three years ago, her good-for-nothing father had tried to force her to marry a spoiled scion with all sorts of vices. If Eleanor hadn't stepped in and arranged her marriage to Jeffrey, she would've never had the chance to study abroad.

Hence, even if he was the one who'd cheated on her, she wanted to end things on a decent note.

Felicia was only halfway through the draft when the plane suddenly jolted violently. Her laptop slipped from her table and fell to the floor.

She looked up to see dark thunderclouds gathering outside the window and lightning flashing across the sky.

The aircraft rattled harder as it flew through the storm. The overhead luggage compartments thudded loudly, and the cabin was filled with uneasy murmurs. Several timid passengers had already started trembling and weeping.

Felicia had never experienced something like this before. Instinctively, she tightened her grip on her blanket.

Just then, a low, velvety voice came through the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are currently experiencing turbulence due to a thunderstorm and unstable air currents.

"Please fasten your seatbelts and remain calm. My crew and I will make sure everyone arrives safely in Brielle."

His voice was rich and magnetic, and he sounded utterly composed. After finishing the Seravian announcement, he repeated it in fluent Briellese, his deep voice mesmerizing everyone in the cabin.

The passengers felt reassured by his calm tone, and the chaos in the cabin gradually died down.

Felicia, too, let out a breath of relief and bent down to pick up her laptop. However, before she could straighten up, someone at the back of the cabin cried out, "Help! This elderly lady fainted!"

Chapter 2

Soon, a flight attendant stumbled down the aisle to assess the situation. Then, she called out, "Is there a doctor on board? We have a passenger who appears to be having a heart attack and needs immediate assistance!"

Felicia's expression hardened in an instant. She unbuckled her seatbelt and cautiously stepped forward. "I'm a doctor. Let me take a look at her."

The attendant hurriedly stepped aside.

The patient was an elderly woman, probably in her early 60s. Her face was as pale as a sheet, and her eyes were tightly shut. Her expression was contorted in pain as she slumped in her seat.

Felicia swiftly examined her. "It's a hypotensive heart attack. Help me lay her flat. I need to perform CPR. Check if she has any medication for low blood pressure with her!"

Clearly, it was the flight attendant's first time dealing with such an emergency. However, she did as she was told.

Felicia knelt beside the elderly woman, pressed her hands together, and started performing chest compressions. Sweat soon covered her forehead.

The attendant rummaged through the patient's luggage for what felt like forever but couldn't find any medication.

This wouldn't do… If her blood pressure didn't rise, CPR alone wouldn't keep her alive until the plane landed. Felicia's heart raced. "Make an announcement and ask if anyone has any medication. Ephedrine or fludrocortisone will do!"

Despite being flustered, the attendant hastily did as instructed and made the announcement.

Within moments, someone brought over a bottle of medicine. Felicia wiped the sweat from her forehead and was about to ask the attendant to give it to the elderly woman when another flight attendant arrived with a middle-aged man. "This passenger's also a doctor, and he has a medical kit with him. Let him have a look too."

Felicia let out a soft sigh of relief, thinking it would be easier to perform CPR with two people.

Yet, the man took one look at the bottle of ephedrine and snapped, "The patient is clearly having a hypertensive heart attack, yet you want to give her this? Who taught you to do that?"

Her brows knitted. "Her face is pale, and she's showing signs of nausea. It's clearly a hypotensive heart attack!"

"Bullshit! How could a hypotensive attack occur in this situation?" He snatched the bottle of ephedrine from her, fished out two antihypertensive pills from his medical kit, and tried to feed them to the elderly woman.

"If we follow your diagnosis, even CPR won't save her!"

"What do you think you're doing?" Felicia shoved him aside, her tone harsh. "I should be the one asking you that! If you don't know what you're doing, don't interfere! This is a person's life we're talking about!"

The surrounding passengers turned to look at them, and both flight attendants froze, uncertain who they should listen to.

The one who had brought the man frowned at Felicia. "Ma'am, do you even have a medical license?"

Realizing she was being doubted, Felicia took a deep breath. "It's in my checked luggage."

After hearing that, the middle-aged man sneered and took out his own license. "Of course it is. What a convenient excuse. You're probably just a student who hasn't even graduated yet! Step aside and let me give her the medicine!"

The attendant who had helped Felicia earlier wavered, while the other demanded, "Ma'am, step aside and let the doctor do his job!"

Felicia clenched her fists. If the elderly woman really took those antihypertensive pills, even God Himself wouldn't be able to save her. Without another moment's hesitation, she snatched the bottle of ephedrine, pried the elderly woman's mouth open, and poured it in.

"Get that away from her!" The middle-aged man knocked the bottle out of her grasp.

The flight attendant who had brought him was furious and shoved Felicia away. "How could you give the patient random medication? What if it kills her? Will you be able to take the blame then?"

Chapter 3

Just then, the plane jolted violently. Felicia's waist slammed against the armrest, making the color drain from her face.

However, when she looked at the elderly woman lying on the floor, she didn't waste time arguing with them.

"I'll take full responsibility," she said firmly. "There's an air marshal onboard. Call him if you must. If anything goes wrong with the patient, I'll answer for it!"

The middle-aged man was furious, while the flight attendant sneered, "Fine, all of you heard her! This lady said she'll take full responsibility. If anything happens, don't you dare turn around and blame us!"

Felicia ignored them both. Gritting her teeth, she got on her knees and continued performing CPR.

All eyes were on her, and the air marshal soon hurried over. The middle-aged man and the flight attendant waited for Felicia to fail, but to their shock, the old woman's complexion visibly improved under Felicia's hands.

Just as Felicia was about to collapse from the effort, the elderly woman finally opened her eyes. The passengers broke into an excited buzz.

"She's come to! She's been saved! This is amazing!"

The middle-aged man's expression darkened. When Felicia helped the old woman sit up and confirmed that she had a history of low blood pressure, he looked even more humiliated and slipped away.

The flight attendant from earlier glared at Felicia, her face stiff and pale, as if she wanted to say something but thought better of it.

Felicia wasn't going to let her go so easily. Plastering a smile on her face, she said, "You're the one who refused to take responsibility earlier. I hope you don't try to take credit for it in your report later."

Ignoring the attendant's hardened expression, she returned to her seat. At that moment, the plane had passed through the clouds and leveled off.

Not long after, it touched down safely. The crew had already informed the ground staff, and medical personnel were waiting with a stretcher to take the old woman to the hospital.

Felicia massaged her sore waist and joined the line to disembark. When she stepped out of the cabin, a group of crew members stood by the shuttle bus, apologizing to passengers for the earlier turbulence.

Leading them was a tall man with sharp, striking features and a crisp uniform that outlined his lean frame. His long legs and trim waist made it impossible not to notice him.

Felicia's gaze lingered on the three stripes on his shoulder. He looked familiar, though she couldn't quite recall where she'd seen him before. Was he the captain of their flight?

Felicia averted her gaze, thinking how unfair it was for someone to look that good and sound that good, too.

Out of nowhere, one of the crew members beside him noticed her and exclaimed, "Captain Lowe, that's the young lady who saved the elderly woman on the plane earlier! If it hadn't been for her, things could've been really bad."

Felicia froze for a moment as the captain's gaze landed on her. He then strode over, and his deep, rich voice resonated beside her. "Hello, I'm Jerome Lowe, the captain of Flight MA7606. Thank you for stepping in to help the passenger just now."

Jeffrey had been training at his own airline under the pseudonym—Jerome Lowe. None of his colleagues knew who he really was.

Felicia snapped back to reality and responded politely, "Don't mention it. I just did what anyone else would've done."

"Oh, come on, don't be so modest!" the first officer who recognized her chimed in. "That old lady's at the hospital now, and the doctor said she probably wouldn't have made it if it hadn't been for you! And let's not forget that doctor who made the wrong call.

"If you hadn't made that split-second decision to give her the medicine, we would've all been in serious trouble right now. The entire crew could've been dismissed from the civil aviation team. So yeah, we really owe you one!"

As soon as his words fell, the flight attendant who'd shoved Felicia earlier lowered her head, her expression hard.

Chapter 4

Jeffrey frowned and turned around, his tone calm but firm. "Jazlyn, apologize to this lady."

He paused before adding, "Please leave your contact information with us. We'll make sure you get official recognition and a reward later."

Jazlyn Frye's face flushed red with humiliation. In the end, she reluctantly said, "I'm sorry, ma'am."

Felicia didn't particularly care whether she apologized or not.

"Apology accepted," she said calmly. "However, as a flight attendant, you should at least have some basic first-aid knowledge. That's the least you can do to ensure your passengers' safety."

She paused before turning to Jeffrey. "As for my contact information, that won't be necessary. I'm Felicia Shaw; I'm actually joining this airline soon as the new flight physician. Since we'll be working together soon, there's no need to stand on ceremony."

Before returning home, she'd already received an offer letter from the airline, and she intended to start working upon her return.

Felicia?

Jeffrey couldn't help but frown. Why did she share the same name as his wife?

The first officer, Magnus Locke, gasped dramatically, "Whoa! We'll be getting a gorgeous new colleague? That's awesome! I can't believe our airline actually hired a flight physician who is both talented and beautiful!"

The other crew members instantly warmed up to Felicia and greeted her. Jazlyn was the only one who looked sour, a hint of jealousy flashing in her eyes.

"Since we're all colleagues now, why don't you join us for supper later? Think of it as a little celebration." Magnus nudged Jeffrey with his elbow. "What do you think, Captain Lowe?"

Jeffrey didn't see any reason to refuse. This new colleague had left a good impression on him. He looked up at Felicia with a small smile. "Care to join us, Dr. Shaw?"

Felicia didn't mind a bit of team bonding, but the way the first officer was practically eyeing her like prey didn't sit right with her. Her husband might have cheated, but that didn't mean she wanted to be anyone else's target.

She hesitated for a moment before coming up with an excuse. "I'm sorry, but my husband's waiting for me at home. Let's have dinner together after I officially start work!"

Magnus groaned dramatically. "What? You're married young, too, just like our Captain Lowe?"

Felicia's smile stiffened. Fortunately, her phone started ringing, and the caller ID showed it was "Mrs. Jones Senior".

"Excuse me. My family is calling to check when I'll be home. Have fun without me!"

Magnus looked crushed, while Jeffrey smiled politely and stepped aside.

"Take care, and drive safely!"

As he watched her walk away, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was one strange coincidence.

…

After all the passengers had disembarked, Jeffrey headed toward the crew lounge. Magnus came over with the passenger list, and after going through it, he gasped.

"There's no way, Captain Lowe! That flight physician we just met has the same name as your wife, and I'm talking about the exact same spelling!"

Jeffrey's brows knitted together as his thoughts drifted to their brief encounter at the airport before takeoff. However, he hastily dismissed that absurd thought.

Even if they had the same name, that composed, skilled doctor couldn't have been his wife, Felicia. If that vain woman had saved the passenger, she would've made a scene and demanded rewards, just like she had done with Eleanor. There was no way she'd be so modest.

Besides, the flight physician had gone straight home after landing. Obviously, she had a good relationship with her husband—unlike his wife, who'd only married him for money and status.

"It's just a coincidence," he said flatly, handing the list back to Magnus before heading into the lounge.

Chapter 5

Felicia answered Eleanor's call. "Have you gotten off the plane, Fel? I asked Jeffrey to pick you up so we can have dinner together." Eleanor's tone was warm. "You two haven't seen each other in ages. That's not good for a young couple. You should spend some time together and keep the love alive!"

Felicia felt a headache coming on. She'd planned to talk to Jeffrey privately about their divorce. She didn't want Eleanor to know. After all, Eleanor had been nothing but kind to her over the years and had helped her a great deal in the past.

But if she agreed to dinner, she'd probably have to play the part of a loving wife in front of Eleanor.

After pondering for a moment, she made up an excuse. "I'm sorry, Eleanor. I just got off the plane and already promised my family I'd go home tonight."

Eleanor sounded a little disappointed. "Next time, you must come over for dinner! I miss you so much!"

Felicia said a few comforting words before hanging up.

Listening to the busy tone on the other end of the line, Eleanor grew anxious.

There was nothing wrong with Felicia going home, yet Eleanor wasn't sure if she was still upset with Jeffrey for ignoring her over the last three years and even being absent on their wedding.

Felicia was such a rare gem. One would have to search far and wide to find a wonderful woman like her. Eleanor needed that useless grandson to make it up to Felicia as soon as possible.

With that thought in mind, she called Jeffrey. "You fool! Your wife's back. Hurry up and find out which flight she was on and take her home!"

Jeffrey's expression darkened when he heard that. He'd never had a good impression of that woman, and now Eleanor wanted him to pick her up.

He didn't want to, but he couldn't say no to her, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and do as he was told.

Jeffrey left the lounge with a grim look, planning to find out which flight Felicia had taken.

…

Meanwhile, a mother and daughter happened to be walking toward the boarding gate. The young woman's eyes lit up when she spotted Jeffrey, though she couldn't shake the feeling that his handsome face looked familiar.

After racking her brain for a while, her eyes widened slightly, and she whispered, "Mom, isn't that Felicia's husband? I think his name's Jeff… something."

Aria Winslow followed her daughter's gaze and frowned. That man was far too striking to forget. He really was that little bitch Felicia's husband.

The pair was none other than Felicia's stepmother and half-sister, Grace Shaw.

Years ago, they were the ones who'd tried to marry Felicia off to that sleazy, disease-ridden scion. Who would've thought that the little wretch would end up marrying some random man instead?

However, now that they saw the man's face, both women had the same thought—he probably used his looks to trick Felicia into marrying him.

Grace's eyes burned with jealousy as she stared at his handsome face. Even if he was merely a poor pilot, his composure and refined air made him irresistible.

Felicia didn't deserve someone like that. She should've stayed buried in the mire where she belonged.

As Jeffrey was about to walk past them, Grace deliberately raised her voice. "I heard Felicia's coming back home, Mom. What about her pilot husband?"

Aria instantly caught on. "Who knows? That poor man. Back then, she went abroad because she was pregnant with another man's child. To cover it up, she followed that man overseas.

"Her husband's been kept in the dark all this time. Now that she's been dumped by that man, she has no choice but to come crawling back to her husband."

As soon as their words fell, Jeffrey instinctively stopped in his tracks and turned around.

Felicia and her pilot husband? Were these two women actually talking about his wife?