Chapter 2

"Please, check the airline's backend system again."

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down, and handed my phone to the bewildered chief flight attendant.

Mrs. Davies took the phone, then looked at Tiffany's ticket, her face etched with difficulty.

She contacted ground staff via internal comms. A few seconds later, she looked up, her gaze complex.

"Ma'am, the system indeed shows Ms. Tiffany's name."

Tiffany let out a harsh, triumphant cackle, looking at me smugly.

"Shocked, aren't you? Let me tell you, this is an employee family ticket my husband got for me!"

"My husband is the captain of this very flight, Julian Gu!"

"I was being nice earlier, not wanting to expose you for occupying the seat, but now you're digging your own grave, and I'm more than happy to help you finish."

She deliberately raised her voice, ensuring everyone in first class could hear.

My entire world imploded.

Julian Gu... wasn't he my husband of five years?

And who was this arrogant woman in front of me?

The moment Mrs. Davies heard the captain's name, her attitude did a complete 180.

She handed my phone back, offering a polite smile.

"Ma'am, please return to economy class. Let's not delay our normal takeoff, alright?"

My mind was a chaotic mess; I couldn't calm down at all.

"I won't go to economy class."

"I paid for first class. My payment records can prove this ticket is mine."

Tiffany looked like she'd heard the funniest joke in the world. She crossed her arms, scrutinizing me from head to toe.

"Oh, so you're making fake tickets just to sit in first class?"

"Technology is so advanced these days, it's easy to doctor a photo, right? I'd say you're quite young, but your vanity is just… wow."

"Is there no one at home? Can't even afford a first-class ticket, so you resort to such shady tactics?"

The surrounding passengers immediately began whispering, pointing fingers at me.

"Oh my god, faking a ticket? That's incredibly brazen!"

"And grabbing a child's seat too, how embarrassing. Does she think kids are easy targets?"

"Now she's really bit off more than she could chew, the husband's a captain! Let's see how she gets out of this one!"

Seeing their reaction, Tiffany grew even more smug.

She lifted a hand to brush her hair back, and a necklace around her neck flashed before my eyes.

My pupils abruptly constricted.

That necklace. I found it in the pocket of Julian's jacket, hanging in his closet, the day before my business trip.

At the time, I thought it was his five-year wedding anniversary gift for me.

My heart had been so sweet for so long, thinking I'd finish my trip early and come back to surprise him.

Turns out, the surprise had already been given to someone else.

And I, like a fool, had been played for a fool the entire time.

I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.

"Chief Flight Attendant, I'm asking you one last time, can you really not resolve this?" My voice was icy.

Tiffany seized the opportunity. "Oh, why are you making it hard for the staff?"

"They're just doing their jobs here, it's not easy for them. You faked a ticket, got exposed, and now you're feeling guilty, so you want to complain your way out of it, seriously!"

"Not only do you not respect your elders or care for the young, you have no basic respect for service personnel! Where's your class?"

Mrs. Davies's face completely darkened, and her tone became stiff.

"Ma'am, I advise you to just take the high road and not make things difficult for us employees."

I gave a cold laugh, no longer bothering with them. I walked straight up and reached out to unbuckle the brat's seatbelt.

"You dare touch my son!"

Tiffany shrieked, raising her hand, and a loud slap landed squarely on my face!

I staggered, my cheek burning with pain.

The entire cabin fell silent.

"You actually dared to hit my son! Help! Air marshals! Someone's assaulting people on this plane!"

Tiffany screamed hysterically.

Mrs. Davies's face changed drastically. She immediately called for the air marshals via intercom.