Two passengers were having sex in the airplane bathroom during turbulence. One of them passed out mid-act. As the aviation security officer on duty, I had no choice but to force the door open. In the cramped space, the two of them were stuck together like conjoined twins. The woman actually had the nerve to blame us: “You kept banging on the door! He got too nervous and passed out. I’m filing a complaint against you!” I froze in place. The woman in front of me was my wife, Mira. My wife, who said she had a business trip on our anniversary, was doing this with another man in an airplane bathroom! Looking at the disgusting scene before me, my throat felt like it had a fly stuck in it. Because I was wearing a mask, Mira didn’t recognize me. She kept cursing and hurrying us. I swallowed my disgust and said to a nearby flight attendant: “Use some lubricant to separate them first.” My colleague and I worked together to move them out. After all that struggling, both of them were drenched in cold sweat, their hair disheveled. When I got a clear look at the man’s face, my heart jolted. It was my buddy Tom. I never imagined there’d be any connection between them. After all, every time they met, Tom was pretty cold toward Mira. There was no time to dwell on it now. The area where they were connected had turned purple-black, indicating blocked blood circulation. Tom’s face was deathly pale, his breathing unstable. We had to act fast. Looking at the absurd scene before me, I couldn’t help but find it laughable. I took the lubricant my colleague had fetched, poured a generous amount on my hands, and was about to apply it to where they were stuck together. Perhaps breathing in the fresh air revived him—Tom opened his eyes at that moment. Seeing what I was about to do, he immediately shouted to stop me: “What the hell are you putting on us? Mira has delicate skin. What if she has an allergic reaction?” I explained patiently, “This is lubricant. There are no harmful ingredients. The priority right now is to separate you two.” Tom scoffed. “You say it’s harmless, so it’s harmless? Let me tell you, Mira can only use a special rose essential oil.” I didn’t respond. At a critical moment like this, he was being picky about lubricant. I kept a straight face and held down his squirming body, preparing to continue. But he raised his hand and slapped me across the face. “Are you deaf? Without the oil I want, don’t you dare touch us!” My colleagues were all stunned, looking at each other. These two had been eye-opening from start to finish. The captain, worried that further delay would cause problems, gritted his teeth and made the call: “Someone go buy a bottle. Hurry there and back.” Only then did Tom nod with satisfaction. He grasped Mira’s hand and said tenderly: “Mira, this is my fault. I was too rough.” Mira had long been moved to a complete mess by him, shaking her head excitedly. “How could this be your fault? I should thank you for giving me such a different experience.” “From now on, you need to spend more time with me, experiencing this cloud nine happiness.” Listening to their nauseating sweet talk, I took a deep breath but choked on it, coughing violently. Mira frowned at me, opening her mouth impatiently: “Why aren’t they back yet? Do you all enjoy standing here watching us?” “Look at you people acting like you’ve never seen anything. What’s wrong with my husband and me having a little romantic fun?” “When you do separate us, you’d better be gentle. If anything happens to us, I’ll sue your airline in court!” Seeing her arrogant attitude, I couldn’t help but ask: “Then how about we just call an ambulance to take you both to the hospital right now?” Mira rolled her eyes at me. “How clever! You want us to make the front page of the news, is that it?” I sneered inwardly. Mira was quite calculating. She deliberately chose the dates when I had time off to fly with her lover. She didn’t expect that I’d cover for a colleague at the last minute. And normally, Mira always used being busy as an excuse, never accompanying me to any airline events. So no one at the airline knew she was my wife. From how naturally they called each other husband and wife, their relationship had clearly been going on for quite some time. I was a bit curious—if she knew I was standing right in front of her, what would her reaction be?
After the essential oil they requested was bought back, I poured the entire bottle on them, spread it evenly, and worked with my colleague to pull them apart. The process went relatively smoothly. Both were sent to get dressed separately. I stood there, my emotions inevitably complicated. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was Mira’s reply to the scheduled message I’d sent her. “Honey, I’m so sorry I can’t spend our anniversary with you again. This work trip is really important. I have to stay there for a week.” “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely bring you back a gift. Love you.” I’d just turned around when I heard Mira come out after changing, walking and complaining as she went. “It’s just an anniversary. What’s the big deal whether we celebrate it or not? Still sending those mushy messages—even high schoolers don’t do that anymore.” “But if I don’t reply, that won’t work either. So annoying!” I stared at her fake words, smiled bitterly, and replied briefly: “Okay, got it.” I hid in a corner and watched Mira stop, staring at her phone screen thoughtfully. I figured she was surprised that my reply was unusually bland. I’d started planning activities for our anniversary a long time ago. She knew how much I was looking forward to it, yet she still deceived me for Tom. I sighed and started walking out when I ran into a flight attendant from the earlier flight. “This is bad, Carter! That guy passed out again!” She continued breathlessly: “He came out after getting dressed, took just two steps, then suddenly clutched his neck like someone was choking him. His face turned purple, and then he collapsed.” I’d learned some first aid, so I immediately followed her over. During the examination, I found that Tom’s throat seemed swollen. His neck looked thick, and his limbs showed varying degrees of swelling. There were also some red rashes on his neck. A possibility suddenly flashed through my mind. Allergic reaction! The likely allergen was that bottle of essential oil from earlier. I quickly found the allergy medication I always carried in my pocket and fed it to Tom. Then I knelt beside him, performing CPR, while calling out to my colleague. “Call an ambulance quick! He’s about to suffocate!” Just then, a shrill female voice rang out. “No one is allowed to call an ambulance!” Mira stormed over aggressively and slapped me across the face. “This is all your fault for dragging things out too long earlier! Your attitude was terrible too. That’s what got him into this state!” Her expression was vicious, her eyes reddening with rage. My colleague, afraid she’d attack me again, quickly pulled me away. But Mira remained hysterical, pointing at the surrounding staff and cursing: “You still want to send him to a hospital? We’re prominent people in the business world, not nobodies like you! If word of this gets out, I absolutely won’t let any of you off!” All my colleagues’ faces turned iron-blue. Running into this lunatic during work hours—everyone couldn’t help but sigh silently. I quietly watched her lose it. Only now did I understand that all her gentleness and consideration toward me before had been an act. This was the real her—volatile and arrogant. One colleague couldn’t take it anymore: “Ma’am, he’s in this condition and you still won’t let us send him to a hospital. What’s more important—his life or your reputation?” “Why don’t you just have your family doctor come over? That way if something goes wrong, you won’t blame us.” Everyone chimed in agreement. Mira’s face turned white. She didn’t have any family doctor. She didn’t want to go to the hospital simply because she didn’t want more people to know. But she still replied defiantly: “There are more of you. I can’t argue with you all. I’m pregnant! You’re all bullying a pregnant woman. Your airline will go bankrupt sooner or later!”
I was completely stunned in place. For nearly a year, Mira and I hadn’t been intimate. She said she was frigid in that regard. This child couldn’t possibly be mine. A surge of frustration rose in my chest. I said to Mira unkindly: “You’re pregnant and still doing such intense activities? Did you two even think about the child?” “You’re completely unfit to be parents!” Mira, having her sore spot exposed, couldn’t help but clutch her stomach, lowering her eyes and stammering: “We were just seeking thrills. We couldn’t hold back.” The allergy medication was working. Tom half-opened his eyes at that moment, having heard those last few sentences. He lay there, his tone still caustic: “We do what we want. What are you? Mind your own business!” “I’m your gold card customer. I can do whatever I want on the plane. You working stiffs will never experience the kind of fun we have in your entire lives. If anyone dares to say another word, I’ll file a serious complaint against you!” Perhaps it was his blood pressure spiking, or perhaps the allergy medication’s effect was limited. He rolled his eyes back and passed out again. At an impasse, we had no choice but to find the airport’s on-call doctor to come over and put him on an IV. To prevent the two of them from going crazy again, I stood guard at the hospital room door. Just as the on-call doctor was examining Tom, Mira pulled me aside. She handed me an agreement and a bank card. “You’re their supervisor, right? I need all the staff who were present today to sign a confidentiality agreement. Anyone who signs gets ten thousand dollars. Go notify everyone and make it happen.” Hearing her imperious tone, I almost laughed out loud. “Not signing. Don’t want it.” I shook her off and walked away without looking back. Naturally, I didn’t see her resentful expression. I walked to the hospital room entrance. The on-call doctor told me Tom’s condition had stabilized. “The allergic reaction has been stopped. The allergen was a special ingredient in that rose essential oil.” “There’s a more serious problem. His reproductive area was overstimulated for too long and has currently lost function. He may lose that ability permanently.” The doctor said there was nothing he could do. It all depended on Tom’s own luck now. I nodded. The equipment in the room suddenly beeped. The doctor glanced at it, his tone grave: “He’s showing signs of oxygen deprivation. He needs a blood transfusion.” Finding someone on short notice wasn’t realistic. If something happened to Tom, Mira would go crazy and drag more colleagues into it. Thinking of this, I volunteered: “Take mine. I’m type O.” “Go tell his family first. If she gives you trouble, tell her she can come find me.” During the blood draw, my head suddenly felt dizzy, my temples throbbing. I nearly cried out. I sucked in a cold breath, endured it, and closed my eyes, not wanting to cause more trouble. The headache still didn’t ease. Cold sweat beaded on my forehead. I clenched my fists, veins bulging on the backs of my hands. Like this, I held on until the blood draw was complete. After confirming Tom’s condition was stable, I finally breathed a long sigh of relief. Just as I was about to head back, my feet felt unsteady and I nearly fell. The on-call doctor quickly caught me. “Why are you so hot? Carter, do you have a fever?” I nodded. I’d felt feverish since last night. The doctor urged me: “Go back and rest right away. After switching shifts, you’ve worked two overnight shifts in a row. Work is important, but your health is more important.” I smiled. “It’s not quitting time yet. That woman is too difficult. You won’t be able to handle her.” The doctor sighed: “You’re too conscientious and responsible. You always take everything on yourself.” “Those arrogant people don’t even think about it—without millions of people like you, how could they have pleasant journeys?” I smiled bitterly but couldn’t bring myself to defend Mira. My true identity was actually the only grandson of the Carter family, the future heir to the family fortune.
This airport was actually my newly acquired property. I wanted to start from the ground level to understand employees’ concerns, so I concealed my identity publicly. Mira’s family was also in business, but nowhere near my family’s level. Her company only developed to its current state because of investment from the Carter family. Usually she was considerate and attentive toward me, fooling my entire family. Not far away, Mira approached with five bodyguards in black, staring hard at me, coming on strong. The five bodyguards instantly pulled the doctor away and surrounded me. Before I could react, their fists and feet all came at me. Mira’s eyes were vicious, her teeth clenched: “Beat him hard! It’s all his fault that Tom became like this!” “He even dared talk back to me earlier. Does he really think I can’t deal with him?” Such a big commotion attracted the attention of many passersby. The sight of me bloody and battered was too shocking. For a moment, no one dared step forward to stop it. Mira pointed at me and continued cursing. “Because they delayed treatment, my husband lost his reproductive ability.” “This person even refused to keep our secret. I discovered he took private photos of us to make money. I offered him money and he wouldn’t sell them to me!” “How can this kind of scum still work here? Can passengers feel safe?” Hearing her twist the truth, I wanted to refute her, but was kicked in the ribs, which broke. I clutched my abdomen and coughed up blood. The doctor snapped out of it and desperately tried to push through, but was blocked by the bodyguards. Mira had the bodyguards stop, approached from above, and her high heel viciously kicked my chin. I was kicked down flat on the ground, my jaw unable to close—it must have been dislocated. Not satisfied, she used the sharp tip of her shoe to step on my face, grinding continuously. “Tom was fine just now. Did you hold a grudge and deliberately sabotage things to harm my husband? You’ve ruined my happiness for the rest of my life!” “If he doesn’t get better, don’t think you can escape either. I’ll make you suffer the same pain!” She vented almost maniacally. I was submerged in blood all over my face. I felt my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Yet she still hadn’t stopped this brutality. She took out her phone, bent down, and prepared to pull off the mask on my face. “You wanted to sell my photos, didn’t you? I’ll expose you first!” The mask slipped from my face. Looking at my blood-covered face, Mira disgustedly wiped it. “I want to see what you look like!” She grabbed my hair, the phone camera right up close. However, when she got a clear look at my face, she froze completely. She let go as if electrocuted, asking in disbelief: “Carter, how… how could it be you?”
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