Chapter 1

My darling, international airline captain Aria, infertile for eight years, brought home a pair of five-year-old twins after completing her flight. She held hands with Eliot, the co-pilot I had personally trained, bypassing me and heading straight to the master bedroom with the children and luggage.

"I know what you're thinking. Although my relationship with Eliot started as an accident, we've been working in perfect sync on the plane for five years. He stood by me in extremely dangerous situations, encouraging me to successfully give birth to a son and a daughter. I could never abandon him!"

"Eliot and I have two months of rest coming up. During this time, you should temporarily move to the guest room... The children are still young; they'll have nightmares if they don't sleep with me and Eliot."

Seeing me frozen in place, Aria sighed and finally softened her voice.

"I know this situation is unfair to you, but don't worry, I won't divorce you. As long as you can get along peacefully with Eliot and treat the children as your own, we can still live happily and lovingly like before."

I spoke coldly, with indifference.

"What if I can't do that?"

Aria's face suddenly changed, her eyes turning cold and filled with warning.

"You can't? Then let's get divorced! But Chase, without me, who else would want you? A useless man with no career, no money, and can't even get me pregnant?"

Under Aria and Eliot's contemptuous and disdainful gazes, I laughed, no longer reminiscing about the eight years of marriage and three years of flying together through thick and thin.

"Fine, let's get divorced then. But Aria, you don't really think that from now on you'll have a perfect family with both children and happiness, do you?"

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Aria frowned, looking at me in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

I ignored her and focused my gaze on Eliot standing behind her.

After five years, his appearance had hardly changed, which shows how well Aria must have taken care of him during their flights together all this time.

Hearing my words, Eliot's face turned pale.

He clenched his fists tightly, his hurt feelings bubbling to the surface.

"Chase, I know what Aria and I did was wrong and I let you down, but given the situation five years ago... I really had no choice. If I didn't sleep with Aria, she would have died from shock due to her dangerously high fever!"

I found it laughable.

Aria was an international airline captain, living near the airport on standby for flights eleven months out of the year.

We had been married for eight years, and for the first three I worked as a maintenance engineer, coming and going alongside Aria.

Up in the air, what harsh conditions hadn't I seen, what emergencies hadn't I faced!

"I didn't realize there was any illness that could only be cured by having sex."

My words weren't kind - they could even be considered cruel.

Aria's protective instincts kicked in immediately and she turned on me.

"What do you know! Eliot saved me and fulfilled my dream of having children. He's the most important and cherished person in my life, Aria. How dare you blame him? If it weren't for him, you'd be a widower with no children to care for you in your old age!"

I sneered.

"Is that so? Should I enshrine him in our home, burn incense and kowtow to him daily?"

Aria held Eliot close, her face twisted with anger, her eyes filled with disappointment as she looked at me.

"Chase, how have you become so sharp-tongued and unfeeling?"

I lowered my gaze, trying hard to ignore her accusing eyes and voice.

Eight years ago, I married Aria against my parents' wishes, despite her being inferior to me in looks and family background. A $200,000 bride price, a $200,000 engagement party, a $300,000 wedding ceremony, and blessings from all our relatives and friends.

With a marriage license, I embarked on a life in the skies with her.

We started from the bottom of the career ladder.

Responsible for aircraft weight balance, managing the distribution of cargo and luggage.

Loading and unloading cargo and baggage, maintaining and repairing every nook and cranny of the plane, ensuring airworthiness.

Directing takeoffs, landings, and flights in heavy rain, thunder, and strong winds, assisting with check-ins, baggage check, and passenger boarding. The skin scraped by metal shards, ankles soaked and blistered by rain, days and nights blurred, features gradually roughened by constant business trips...

The vast, boundless sky, before the flight's arrival, could bring wind and rain, thunder and lightning, even unforeseen accidents leading to a crash!

Everything edged infinitely close to danger.

When strength waned and immunity dropped, one could lose their life at any moment due to flight-related illness!

Step by step, Aria and I became a pilot couple.

Finally, Aria and I got promoted.

At the same time, our salaries doubled, reaching tens of thousands a month.

She became the highest authority on board—the captain, while I became the co-pilot.

Unfortunately, Aria had a unique condition that left her infertile.

Despite consulting every doctor, both Eastern and Western, and asking others with similar symptoms, I couldn't find a cure.

Aria was devastated. She held my hand and said: