The Pilot's Wife Novel Novels & Stories

"I'm here. It's okay." She kept a close eye on my moods, like I might fall apart at any second, and still handled the baby on her own. Just like she said, she was a good wife. A good mother. Maybe she was too good. Maybe that was why I chose the slow kind of pills. I thought I could fade out instead of ending it all at once. The next morning, a loud crash downstairs pulled me out of sleep. I went down and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

"The arrangement was always for you to marry Miguel Antonio. That was the deal we struck with his family. A wife is a wife, Mara. It doesn't matter which sister he gets. The merger goes through either way." I felt like I couldn't breathe. "A wife is a wife?" I whispered. "Mother, he doesn't want me. He wanted Clara. This entire marriage is built on a lie, on deception. How am I supposed to live with that? How am I supposed to wake up every morning next to a man who didn't choose me, who thought he was getting someone else?"

“Yes. Even that still feels insufficient.” His expression turned slightly cold, and perhaps what he had done would seem cruel to other people, but I truly felt relieved that he had done it for me. Right now, I felt happy because there was finally someone who genuinely cared about me. “So that woman…” I murmured to myself, briefly thinking about Paula. That woman had always wanted a peaceful life where she could buy anything she desired, but now her husband’s family was facing a huge crisis. “Do you want me to do something to her, Diana?”

During an annual meeting, a woman discreetly pulled me aside and whispered, "Aren't you going to do something, Mrs. Myers? Quinn's stuck to Mr. Myers' side like a leech every day. Rumors are spreading throughout the entire company." I looked at Jonathan and Quinn, who were standing a distance away, clinking glasses with each other. I smiled and said, "Let them spread." The woman was stunned. She probably didn't expect me to respond that way. However, what the woman didn't know was that I had investigated Jonathan and Quinn some time ago. Jonathan's name was on the deed of the apartment unit that Quinn was living in. Jonathan and I had bought that unit two months after we got married. On the

Wanted to grab his razor from the sink and open the door and— My eyes fixed on the razor. Silver. Sharp. It would be so easy. One quick motion across his throat. Watch the light leave his eyes the way he'd watched it leave mine. Justice. Revenge. Murder. I stared at the razor, my mind fracturing between what I knew and what I'd dreamed and what I could prove. Because that was the question, wasn't it? Should I kill my husband for something that hadn't happened yet? For something that might have only been a nightmare?

“She sat at your side for three years. She attended the private events. She saw the crates. And she also heard the names of the people mentioned. Although it’s a pity, but any wife that leaves the family must be dealt with. Especially one that knows too much.” The room went still. Jason looked at each of them calmly. His voice was steady, low, and deadly. “Aria never knew anything.” The words dropped like stones. Reginald raised an eyebrow. “She was your wife.” “She was my wife,” Jason repeated, “but she was never part of this. She thought the gallery deals were legitimate. She thought the late-night meetings were about business. She never saw the real side of our world. And even if she had

Consummated something that had always felt theoretical. Now she was my wife in every sense. And I was terrified of losing her. The pilot’s voice came through the cabin speakers, announcing we were halfway across the Atlantic. The lights dimmed further, the city lights far below replaced by endless darkness. I imagined the world down there continuing as if nothing was happening. They did not know that the Don of two mafias was sitting in a private jet, terrified of a woman who slept beside him. I leaned back and stared at the darkness outside the window.

After calling the pilot—Manuel ordered him to leave his office immediately, so he could have some personal time. Anxiously, he covered his face with those cold and trembling palms. Pain was there as if there were a river of tears streaming down his cheeks. He could not accept, he was afraid to go home to Korea because what was in the news might be true. It was so hard to accept that his dear wife could no longer hug him and greet him with a sweet smile. His precious wife and happy family being endangered was the only thing that could make him devastated. What should have been a happy and quiet celebration of the baby shower of his wife and Jacob's graduation turns into a merciless tragedy th

More than two or three minutes later after we all got inside. The pilot turned to us. "We're ready for take off, Mr and Mrs. Lancaster." He said using his baritone voice. Kairos nodded before he downed his eyes back to what he was doing. Mr. And Mrs. Lancaster. That made me smile. I just can't explain how my heart is beating so loud after the pilot addressed me as if I am now Kairos's wife. "You're still blushing like how you would years ago whenever they address you like that." He smiled and whispered to me. I stared at him and finally smiled too.