The QR code suddenly appeared on my wife’s neck. My curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn’t resist scanning it. What popped up was a 30GB file, packed with information on men from dozens of countries around the globe. My wife, Kelly, was a flight attendant, constantly traveling to different nations. Who were these men? I had a chilling feeling there was a dark secret hidden on her flights. So, when my company sent me on a business trip, I didn’t hesitate. I booked a first-class ticket on Kelly’s next flight. I pulled on a hat and a mask, making sure she wouldn’t recognize me. I planned to surprise her. My wife, Kelly, was a flight attendant with a stunning face and an almost perfect figure. Kelly and I had known each other for five years and been married for three. But our time alone, just the two of us, was incredibly rare. Kelly said she loved the feeling of flying. So, after we got married, I gave her plenty of freedom. We only saw each other on her two days off each week. As soon as I passed security, I put on my hat and mask, fully disguised, ready to give Kelly a surprise. Stepping onto the plane, my eyes immediately found Kelly. Even among a group of flight attendants, she still shone the brightest. She led me to my seat. Strangely, I noticed there weren’t many people in first class. Besides me, there was just an Italian man and two Frenchmen. And they all had an iced Americano in front of them. “Sir, what would you like to drink?” “I’ll take an iced Americano.” I deliberately lowered my voice. But for some reason, I distinctly felt Kelly brighten up. “Please wait a moment, it’ll be right here.” There were three flight attendants in first class. Besides Kelly, the other two were also quite attractive. Just as I was changing into slippers, a figure suddenly stumbled towards me. My hands shot out instinctively. A soft body fell into my arms. It was Kelly’s colleague. I quickly helped her up. “Are you okay?” “Thank you, sir. I was just clumsy. Do you need any other service?” “No, thank you.” My attention was completely fixed on Kelly at that moment. She swayed her hips, bringing over an iced Americano. But her eyes held a hint of anger. Crap, did I blow my cover? Then I realized her anger wasn’t aimed at me, but at the flight attendant who had just stumbled. “Moira, watch it next time. If you upset a customer again, I’ll have you reassigned to economy.” “I’m so sorry, Chief. My fault, please don’t do that.” Kelly had that much power? I was stunned. I never knew Kelly was a Chief Flight Attendant. “Then you’ll just have to ask this gentleman to forgive your mistake.” As she spoke, Kelly turned her gaze to me, handing the iced Americano to Moira. Moira’s face flushed. She half-knelt, her eyes darting away as she offered the iced Americano with both hands. “Sir, would you be willing to forgive me?” “It’s no big deal, of course, I’ll forgive you.” Taking the iced Americano, I took a big gulp, afraid of revealing myself, then closed my eyes and pretended to rest. Moira sighed in relief and followed behind Kelly. It wasn’t until the plane took off that I truly understood what that iced Americano meant!
“This flight will be ten hours, arriving at our destination at 8 PM.” As soon as Kelly’s announcement ended, the two Frenchmen stood up. Another flight attendant immediately approached them, saying in fluent English: “Gentlemen, the restroom is this way.” About half an hour later, the Italian man also stood up. This time, Kelly was the one to approach him. “Sir, the restroom is this way.” I had a strange feeling. People usually get up on a plane to use the bathroom. But typically, there are only two restrooms at the front of the plane. Could this plane have three? Another ten minutes passed. No one had returned. My confusion deepened. Was everyone having stomach issues as soon as they boarded? Just then, Moira suddenly walked over and knelt beside me. “Sir, please follow me to the restroom.” “Huh? I don’t need to go right now.” I paused, then asked, curious: “How many restrooms do you have on this plane?” Moira’s face turned red as she replied: “There are six in total. Four in first class, two of which are in the back.” That many? I was surprised. Maybe I just hadn’t flown many international flights like this. Half an hour later, the two Frenchmen finally returned. Their faces wore satisfied expressions. I couldn’t help but look at them with disdain. First class really did attract all sorts of weirdos. Just then, I felt a slight urge to pee. As soon as I stood up, Moira walked over. “Sir, the restroom is this way.” Wow, the service in first class was something else. I smiled and followed her to the restroom. Just as I was about to open the door, I heard some… *indecent* sounds coming from inside. My hand froze in mid-air. Who the hell was doing *that*? On a plane? Doing *that*? I frowned, turning on the faucet to wash my hands. The next second, the door opened. The Italian man walked out, adjusting his pants. “Your service was excellent. I’ll ask for you again next time.” “Thank you, sir.” Hearing his voice, I turned my head in disbelief. Kelly emerged right behind the Italian man. Her face was glistening with sweat, her makeup slightly smudged. Her uniform was also a bit wrinkled. Kelly’s black stockings were gone, but she seemed completely unaware. Instead, she snapped at Moira, who was standing behind me. “What are you waiting for? Are you just going to make the customer wait?” Moira shivered, grabbed my arm, and practically dragged me into the restroom. “Sir, I… I’m not very experienced with this. Perhaps you could take the lead?” My mind was reeling with a million thoughts; I barely heard Moira. “Then, sir, let me help you with your pants…” As she spoke, she reached out to unbuckle my belt. That snapped me back to reality. I pushed her away. “Is this what your ‘service’ means?” Moira’s face went pale, and she immediately dropped to her knees. “I’m so sorry, sir, I…” Before she could finish, I cut her off: “I’m not blaming you. Just tell me, what exactly *is* your service?” Moira secretly glanced up at me. “Sir, didn’t you order an iced Americano?” “What does that mean?” “An iced Americano means you get a flight attendant’s full, unconditional service.” My mind buzzed. The last shred of my illusions shattered. My breathing became shallow. I turned, ready to storm out. Moira desperately clung to me. “Sir, please! If you go out like this, the Chief will definitely think I provided poor service, and I’ll be reassigned. Please, please help me. Just let me serve you this once!” I turned back, staring at her coldly. “This is a crime, you know that?” Before Moira could answer, there was a sudden knock on the door. Then, Kelly’s voice came from outside. “Sir, Moira isn’t very skilled. I need to come in and guide her. May I open the door?”
“No, thank you. I’m not interested.” After a long silence, I heard Kelly’s footsteps receding. Moira’s eyes were filled with gratitude. “Sir, just let me serve you this once. Otherwise, I really can’t explain it, and I…” “If you don’t want to get reported, listen to me, understand?” I raised an eyebrow, pulled a pen from Moira’s chest pocket, took her hand, and wrote down a string of numbers. “I don’t like dealing with things at high altitudes. Contact me after we land.” With that, I pushed open the door and walked out. Back at my seat, a few of the foreign men looked at me with disdain. I ignored them, my gaze falling on Kelly, who sat quietly, resting. Why was she doing this behind my back? I wasn’t a billionaire, but I was worth millions. I could more than provide for her. Yet, after we married, she insisted on returning to work, and I didn’t force her otherwise. Who knew *this* was the kind of work she was doing! A mix of emotions swirled within me. If I divorced Kelly now, I’d lose half my assets and become the laughingstock of everyone. My mind raced. It would be hard to get solid evidence on the plane. And if I exposed myself and Kelly caught on, finding evidence would be even harder. So, I needed an inside helper. Moira, just now, was the perfect candidate. Now, I just needed to make sure I wasn’t discovered during this time. Soon, it was 8 PM. The plane was about to land. I slowly opened my eyes. Beneath my calm gaze was boundless rage. In just ten short hours. Kelly had gone with those three foreign men four times! Once, all four of them went together. I couldn’t even imagine what happened in there. All I knew was that when Kelly came out, Moira had to help her walk. At this point, I felt no affection for her. Only disgust and hatred. After we disembarked, as I waited for a car outside the airport. Kelly’s voice suddenly came from behind me. “Honey, how did you get here?” My body stiffened. She recognized me? I turned, ready to make an excuse to bluff my way through. But then I saw Kelly rush into the Italian man’s arms. And they kissed without inhibition. “Honey, I’ve been on my feet for ten hours today, my feet are so sore. Can you carry me to the car?” Next to the nearly two-meter-tall Italian man, Kelly looked incredibly petite. The Italian man fell for it completely. He scooped her up and carried her to a parked SUV. Through the car window, I could already see the Italian man’s hand disappearing into Kelly’s clothes. Hah. This was the wife I once cherished as my most precious treasure. If not for this trip, I probably would have died without knowing she was such a master of time management. She had me in one country, an Italian “husband” abroad, and even spent her flight time orbiting different men. How many more were there that I didn’t know about? My breathing became shallow. Just then, a bottle of water appeared before me. “Sir, have some water.” Moira was pulling a small carry-on bag. “Kelly only offers ‘service’ on the plane. Your hopes will probably be dashed.” “How did you know I was watching her?” Moira smiled. “Your eyes haven’t left Kelly since we boarded. Besides, almost everyone who orders an iced Americano in first class on *this* route is here for Kelly.” “She’s beautiful, and her ‘service’ skills are great. What man wouldn’t like that?” I took a deep breath and put my arm around Moira’s shoulder. “Where’s the nearest hotel?”
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