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The earth shook with a 4.2-magnitude tremor, causing pandemonium. Amid the frenzied crowd, I was knocked down, and in that frightening instant, I lost my grip on the child I was holding. Maxwell, oblivious to my plight, simply took his boss' sister's hand and departed without a word. Later, I returned to an empty home, feeling numb. A package of unused miniature parasols awaited me—a cruel reminder of a shared past. Without hesitation, I discarded the box and made a long-distance phone call. "Ms. Grace Fitzgerald, Air New Zealand welcomes you. Please report within 30 days," said the voice on

Tremors of Betrayal, A Flight from Heartbreak

Maxwell stood motionless, entranced, his thoughts seemingly distant, deaf to my words.


"Grace, I'd sacrifice everything for you."


I responded firmly, my tone unwavering. "That's not what I want!" My gaze locked with his, steadfast. "What of your aspirations? Where's your professional integrity?"


"You've dedicated over a decade to becoming a captain. Are you truly ready to discard it all?"


"For someone who no longer cares for you? For an uncertain future? Is it worth abandoning all you've accomplished?"


Maxwell's stare remained fixed, as if consumed by his own fixation. "If I deem it worthwhile, then it is."


I shook my head, my determination growing. "It's futile. Your actions are merely self-serving, an attempt at redemption."


"Our relationship ended half a year ago. It's finished. It has been for some time."


"Go, Maxwell. We're no longer connected. I don't want any further involvement with you."


Chapter 10