Dead Wife? Guess Who's Back & Boss Now, Hubby! - Chapter 117: Chapter 117
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As the plane lifted off, I stared out the window, feeling weirdly detached.
I watched all those once-familiar buildings get smaller and smaller below me.
Not a single ounce of nostalgia hit me.
Just relief. Pure relief.
I was finally escaping that place I was supposed to call home.
Even as a little kid, I'd fantasized about leaving. I'd noticed early on how differently my parents treated their two daughters.
In every aspect of life, every single day, my parents acted like I was some stranger who happened to live with them.
I used to wonder if I was adopted—if that explained why they treated us so differently.
But that wasn't it. I was definitely their biological daughter, Iris's actual sister.
That truth hit me even harder.
Because if that was true, the only explanation left was that they simply didn't love me.
They treated us differently because they didn't care about me.
My whole existence was just to save Iris's life.
Sometimes I wondered if Iris hadn't needed cord blood to survive, would I even exist at all?
And Nate—I thought he would be my salvation.
He was the first person who was genuinely nice to me, who made me feel what real warmth was like.
Though I'd crushed on him before his accident, what truly won my heart wasn't his status or money.
It was that unique sincerity he showed only to me.
That's why I fell for him so completely.
But now he was totally convinced that Iris was the one who'd stayed by his side all those days.
No matter how I tried to explain, to prove myself over and over again.
Nate just wouldn't believe me.
The plane hit some turbulence, making the cabin shake slightly.
The wounds from the car accident still ached. I couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.
My injuries were mostly healed.
But for some reason, ever since Iris pushed me into that fountain, I'd been constantly freezing.
Even on just a cloudy day, I felt bone-cold.
I instinctively pulled my blanket tighter around me.
It barely helped. The cold seemed to seep right through.
I was about to ask the flight attendant for another blanket when the man next to me offered his.
I blinked in surprise.
"I don't need it. Take it."
His voice was smooth and pleasant. His spotless white shirt made him look somewhat serious.
He wore a mask, so I couldn't really see his face.
All I could see were his captivating eyes.
Unnaturally beautiful eyes.
"Thanks!"
I took the blanket and wrapped it around myself.
Instantly felt better.
Sleep-deprived as I was, I started feeling drowsy.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. We'll be landing at Sydney International Airport in approximately 30 minutes. The ground temperature in Sydney is 22 degrees Celsius, 71.6 degrees Fahrenheit..."
The clear announcement woke me up.
I realized I'd slept for nearly two hours. My back and legs felt stiff.
Half an hour later, I collected my suitcase and checked the time on my phone.
We'd arrived earlier than scheduled.
Looking at my empty notifications, I wasn't surprised.
Even if I went missing for real, nobody would care if I was dead or alive.
Since I was starting fresh in a new place, I wanted no connection to my past.
People or events—I'd let it all go.
I watched all those once-familiar buildings get smaller and smaller below me.
Not a single ounce of nostalgia hit me.
Just relief. Pure relief.
I was finally escaping that place I was supposed to call home.
Even as a little kid, I'd fantasized about leaving. I'd noticed early on how differently my parents treated their two daughters.
In every aspect of life, every single day, my parents acted like I was some stranger who happened to live with them.
I used to wonder if I was adopted—if that explained why they treated us so differently.
But that wasn't it. I was definitely their biological daughter, Iris's actual sister.
That truth hit me even harder.
Because if that was true, the only explanation left was that they simply didn't love me.
They treated us differently because they didn't care about me.
My whole existence was just to save Iris's life.
Sometimes I wondered if Iris hadn't needed cord blood to survive, would I even exist at all?
And Nate—I thought he would be my salvation.
He was the first person who was genuinely nice to me, who made me feel what real warmth was like.
Though I'd crushed on him before his accident, what truly won my heart wasn't his status or money.
It was that unique sincerity he showed only to me.
That's why I fell for him so completely.
But now he was totally convinced that Iris was the one who'd stayed by his side all those days.
No matter how I tried to explain, to prove myself over and over again.
Nate just wouldn't believe me.
The plane hit some turbulence, making the cabin shake slightly.
The wounds from the car accident still ached. I couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.
My injuries were mostly healed.
But for some reason, ever since Iris pushed me into that fountain, I'd been constantly freezing.
Even on just a cloudy day, I felt bone-cold.
I instinctively pulled my blanket tighter around me.
It barely helped. The cold seemed to seep right through.
I was about to ask the flight attendant for another blanket when the man next to me offered his.
I blinked in surprise.
"I don't need it. Take it."
His voice was smooth and pleasant. His spotless white shirt made him look somewhat serious.
He wore a mask, so I couldn't really see his face.
All I could see were his captivating eyes.
Unnaturally beautiful eyes.
"Thanks!"
I took the blanket and wrapped it around myself.
Instantly felt better.
Sleep-deprived as I was, I started feeling drowsy.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. We'll be landing at Sydney International Airport in approximately 30 minutes. The ground temperature in Sydney is 22 degrees Celsius, 71.6 degrees Fahrenheit..."
The clear announcement woke me up.
I realized I'd slept for nearly two hours. My back and legs felt stiff.
Half an hour later, I collected my suitcase and checked the time on my phone.
We'd arrived earlier than scheduled.
Looking at my empty notifications, I wasn't surprised.
Even if I went missing for real, nobody would care if I was dead or alive.
Since I was starting fresh in a new place, I wanted no connection to my past.
People or events—I'd let it all go.
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