บททั้งหมดของ A Doomed Flight Exposes Their Affair: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

Oliver's POVI drove without saying a word. The silence inside the car was suffocating.Cara Hartley finally spoke up. "Oliver, it's really not what you think. Dominic and I just run a social media account together. We film a video every now and then. That's all."I let out a flat hum and went quiet again.She grabbed my hand and pressed it against herself, urging me to hit her. "Smack me, scream at me—I don't care. Just please don't go silent on me like this."I slammed the brakes. The car jerked to the side of the road.Dominic Vale, sitting in the back seat, broke the silence. "What exactly do you want him to say? We're all adults. Everyone knows what's going on."He met my bloodshot eyes in the rearview mirror."We all nearly died today, so we might as well be honest. She and I have been sleeping together for a while."The day your dad passed away and you flew home for the funeral, we did it in your bed. We even made a mess of the sheets. You washed them yourself when you

Oliver's POV"Oliver, what are you doing?"Cara glanced around at the clothes strewn everywhere and the dark circles under my eyes, and a flicker of panic crossed her face."Nothing. I just feel like getting out for a while."She seemed to relax at that and crouched down in front of me. "I knew you wouldn't shut me out for long. Honey, once I free up some time, I'll take you on a trip."Oh, and come to the company banquet tomorrow. We all nearly died on that flight, so it's worth celebrating."I thought about it for a long time before I finally agreed. It would be my way of closing the book on this pathetic marriage and this pathetic friendship.At the banquet, Dominic was working the room with a bottle in one hand and Cara's wrist locked in the other, dragging her along from table to table. It looked exactly like the night Cara and I made the rounds at our own wedding.Every mocking, pitying glance in the room landed on me."A near-fatal plane crash, and what comes out of it?

Third-Person POV"Oliver…"The carpet inside the private room was soaked through with blood, and there were signs of a struggle everywhere. The men were gone, and so was Oliver.Cara's heart lurched and she tore through every partition in the room, but there was no sign of him. Her composure was slipping fast as she pulled out her phone and dialed his number.He didn't pick up. The same cold, automated voice played over and over, grinding away at what was left of her patience."Someone get in here!"A server rushed in and froze at the sight of the room. "Oh my god.""What happened in here? Where is the man who was in this room?" Cara's eyes were already red."Ms. Hartley, I… I honestly don't know. I'll call the police right away."Cara didn't have the patience to wait for answers. She was about to bolt out and search herself when Dominic came hurrying in, looking just as stunned."How did this happen? Oliver… Did he—"For the first time, Cara lost her temper with him. "You'r

Oliver's POVThe moment the porcelain shard bit into my wrist, everything in my head turned to static.In that one brief second, I said goodbye to my marriage and to a friendship I'd spent years protecting. Maybe I should have seen the double betrayal coming a long time ago. Waiting until now only made the despair that much worse.Just as I was ready to let go, the door to the private room was kicked open. A familiar figure burst in, pulled me into her arms, and screamed, "Why would you do this? You are not allowed to die on me!"I didn't have the strength to see who it was or to answer. I blacked out.When I opened my eyes and saw Harper Winslow sitting at my bedside, I wasn't surprised. She once told me that if Cara ever betrayed me, she would be the first one there to take me away.She'd kept her word. She had already seen the couple's videos Cara and Dominic had posted together."Really touching stuff," she said flatly. "Reaching for her lover's hand with her dying breath. W