Chapter 4

The plane, once stable, was now like a tattered plastic bag swaying wildly as it plummeted.

I pressed my lips together, gripping the seat beside me, and slowly moved into the cockpit.

So the cockpit was this spacious. No wonder Serena loved hiding in here.

Liam and I had been married for years, yet every time I suggested visiting the cockpit, he would always frown and refuse:

"You're not part of the crew, what right do you have to visit the cockpit?"

"It's full of important equipment. If you break something, do you think you can afford to pay for it?!"

After being scolded so many times, I'd just given up.

I never imagined that in this life, I'd actually have a chance to enter the cockpit, to enter Liam and Serena's love nest.

Fumbling my way into the pilot's seat, I let out a self-deprecating laugh.

Right in front of this seat, there was a sticker. On it, Serena's name.

I'd only ever heard of boyfriends putting "girlfriend's seat" stickers in their cars; today was truly an eye-opener.

It turned out that, even at such close quarters, Liam had proudly displayed his love for Serena in the cockpit.

I reached out, intending to peel off that glaring sticker, but as I got closer, I noticed a line of small text beneath it:

"If we cannot live together, may we be buried together in death."

I suddenly felt an itch on my face. Reaching up, I wiped away a tear.

It turned out they had already made vows of living and dying together.

My heart felt dead. Through the front window, I watched the ocean getting closer and closer, then simply closed my eyes.

In the darkness, I remembered many things.

Liam and I, we weren't deeply in love, but we were always respectful towards each other.

That was until Serena was dumped and ran crying into Liam's arms at the airport, just as he was changing shifts.

She acted as if she couldn't see my hand intertwined with Liam's, wrapping her arms around his waist, tears streaming down her face.

That was the first time I ever saw Serena.

At that moment, Liam warily glanced at me, then, in front of everyone, quietly let go of my hand.

I was furious, and I pulled Serena away from Liam.

Liam's face instantly darkened. He warned me not to disrupt him from comforting a colleague.

That's right, even though Serena was currently unemployed, in Liam's words, she was a colleague who stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

As captain, he would buy her breakfast, fix her light bulbs, and clear her clogged drains.

And when she had her period, he would thoughtfully arrange for me to make her ginger and brown sugar tea.

I couldn't endure such humiliation and argued with Liam countless times.

Yet each time, he would give me the same answer:

"Serena is already so pitiful. Can't you have some sympathy?"

"You've already gotten what you wanted by marrying me. Do you really need to keep me on a leash every day to be satisfied?!"

These scenes that once tore me apart now only felt absurd.

I pressed my lips together, opened my eyes, and looked at the rapidly approaching sea, awaiting either death or a new beginning.

After a deafening crash, the plane's windows shattered under the enormous impact.

Yet, those sharp fragments miraculously bypassed me, carried away by the water.

Watching the shards of glass, swept by the waves, stab into my left side, my heart suddenly lurched.

Serena had once, in a roundabout way, added me on SnapChat, and her profile signature was peculiar:

"I am on your left, close to your heart."

No wonder Liam was unharmed in my previous life, while Serena died instantly.

It was all because of their ridiculous vows of love.

I was an excellent swimmer, but under such violent impact, I still choked on a lot of water.

Coupled with the discomfort of my pregnancy, I ultimately couldn't make it to shore.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a sterile white hospital room.

Seeing me awake, the young nurse, Chloe, at my bedside offered a sweet smile:

"Your condition isn't good right now, so don't rush to get up. I'll go call the doctor!"

She quickly walked out of the room, and before leaving, as if afraid I'd be bored, she specifically turned on the TV.

The news channel was reporting on the plane crash from two days ago.

However, as the reporter's mouth moved, the report stated there were no casualties.

My heart gave a violent jolt.

No casualties?

Then what was I?

Perhaps I'd been unconscious for too long, but as soon as I sat up, I felt dizzy.

As my vision blurred, the doctor rushed over and steadied me:

"Are you alright? A fishing boat out at sea rescued you. Do you remember your family's phone number? I'll help you notify them."

I opened my mouth, and after a long moment, I gave Liam's number.

Not that I wanted to contact him, but he was indeed my last remaining family in the world.

The doctor held his phone, gave me a sympathetic look, and put it on speaker.

On the other end, Liam's slightly hoarse voice came through:

"Who is this?"

Besides his voice, I vaguely heard a woman's whining:

"Liam, my foot still hurts so much."

Liam chuckled softly, seemingly picking up something:

"You drama queen, why are you so clumsy? Let me put some medicine on it for you."

The doctor, listening to their flirtatious banter, rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, interrupting them:

"You're Liam, right? Your wife, Eleanor, is currently at Oceanside Hospital."

Immediately after, I heard Serena's shriek, the sound of things crashing, and Liam's horrified accusation:

"The plane crashed, the fuel leaked, and it burned to ashes. Completely gone. And you're telling me Eleanor is still alive?"

"Who are you, and what's your game?!"