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My Pilot Husband Chose Her Mother, So I Ruined Him
Novelix
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My mother was having a cardiac emergency at thirty thousand feet, but the flight crew told us the emergency equipment was unavailable. Another passenger had it: my husband's childhood friend's mother. And the captain who ordered us to wait was my husband. When Mom barely survived, Ethan told me, "She's alive, isn't she?" Then I discovered he'd drained our emergency account, forged my signature, and poured my money into his precious friend's failing business. So I stopped waiting for him to choose me. I filed for divorce, reported him to the airline, and watched the life he built collapse without me lifting a finger to save him.
Chapters (2)
第1章
My mother is having a cardiac emergency and the flight attendant tells me we can't have the emergency equipment.
Someone else has it.
The captain who ordered us to wait is my husband.
Three days ago, I bought first-class tickets for my whole family to celebrate my younger sister Emma's high school graduation.
By coincidence, my husband, Ethan Carter, is the captain flying us to the island.
Halfway through the flight, Mom suddenly grabs her chest.
"Mom?"
She gasps for air, fingers digging into the armrest.
"Claire, get someone."
A flight attendant rushes over. I tell her Mom has had heart problems for more than ten years and that something is seriously wrong.
She checks Mom, calls another crew member, then hurries away.
Ten minutes later, she comes back.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. The emergency equipment is currently being held for another passenger."
I stare at her.
"What?"
"Another passenger has a cardiac history. The equipment was moved closer to her seat as a precaution."
"A precaution?"
My mother is bent over in pain right in front of her.
"She's not a precaution. She's having an emergency."
The flight attendant looks uncomfortable.
"I understand."
"Then bring it back."
She hesitates.
"I'll speak to the captain."
I grip Mom's hand while Dad tries to keep her conscious.
Emma is crying silently beside us.
Another ten minutes pass.
Mom's eyes drift shut.
"Mom!"
I shake her shoulder.
I grab the flight attendant the second she returns.
"My mother has lost consciousness. We need medical help now. Tell the captain we need to divert to the nearest airport."
"I'm sorry. The captain has instructed us to wait."
For a second, I think I've heard her wrong.
"The captain?"
"Yes."
"My husband is the captain."
She says nothing.
"Tell Ethan it's Linda Morgan. His mother-in-law. She has a serious heart condition."
"I already told him."
"And he told us to wait?"
Her silence is answer enough.
By the time we land at our scheduled connection, Mom is barely responsive.
Dad, Emma, and I rush her off the plane and straight to the nearest hospital.
Hours blur together.
At two in the morning, a doctor finally walks out.
"We've stabilized her for now."
The doctor looks exhausted.
"Her heart was under severe stress. She'll need close monitoring, and we may need to discuss surgery once she's stable enough."
I swallow.
"Is she going to be okay?"
"She's alive. That's what matters tonight."
He pauses.
"But you should know, another thirty minutes without proper treatment could have changed the outcome."
My phone lights up.
A social media post from Sophie Reed.
Ethan's childhood friend.
The photo shows Sophie, her mother, and the rest of her family smiling in their seats on the plane.
Right beside them is the emergency medical equipment we'd been told was unavailable.
The caption reads:
VIP treatment from Captain Carter himself. Mom has a heart condition, so Ethan made sure the emergency kit stayed right beside us the whole flight.
Didn't even need it in the end. ❤️
Made it safely to paradise.
Underneath, Ethan has replied.
Enjoy the trip.
I take screenshots of Sophie's post.
Then I gather the flight information, my messages, Mom's hospital intake time, and everything I remember about the crew's responses.
I attach them to a formal safety complaint and send it to the airline's compliance department.
Then I open the divorce documents my attorney helped me prepare months ago after Ethan and I had one of our worst fights.
I never thought I'd use them.
Now my hand doesn't shake once.
I send them to Ethan.
第2章
Ethan calls less than five minutes later.
I step away from Dad and Emma before answering.
There's a faint sound of waves behind him.
"How's your mom?"
"Now you want to ask?"
"Claire, I've been working. I can't monitor everything happening with your family."
"Working?"
I look through the ICU doors.
"You're at the resort."
Then, "The flight ended. What exactly do you want me to do from here?"
I close my eyes.
"Why did you keep the emergency equipment with Sophie and her mother?"
"Diane has a cardiac history."
"So does my mother."
"I know."
"My mother was unconscious."
"And I had an entire aircraft to manage."
His tone is so calm that for one second I wonder if I'm the unreasonable one.
"You told the crew to make us wait."
"Because I had to make a judgment call."
"You also refused to divert."
"Claire, you are not a pilot."
"And you're not the doctor who just told me another thirty minutes could have killed her."
"She's alive, isn't she?"
"What did you just say?"
"Your mom made it to the hospital. She's alive. I understand you're upset, but you're acting like I deliberately tried to hurt her."
"If that had been Sophie's mother, would you have told Sophie to wait?"
"Can you stop making everything about Sophie?"
"My mother almost died."
"And I'm tired of you using Sophie to turn every disagreement into some jealousy issue."
"You think I'm jealous?"
"You've been doing this for years. Sophie and I grew up together. There has never been anything inappropriate between us."
"This isn't about whether you sleep with her."
I lower my voice.
"It's about who you choose when it matters."
"Enough."
His patience snaps.
"I've been on duty all day. I'm not staying up all night while you accuse me of things you don't understand."
The call ends.
I stand in the hospital corridor with the phone still pressed to my ear.
For the first time in seven years, I don't call him back.
Near dawn, I finally sit down to deal with Mom's insurance information and hospital expenses.
I reach for the card connected to the emergency account Ethan and I share.
I open the banking app.
The balance is almost gone.
A message arrives before I can even process it.
From Ethan.
I moved the money for now.
You're too emotional to make financial decisions. We'll talk when you calm down.
I read it twice.
My mother is in intensive care.
And my husband has decided this is the right moment to control whether I can pay for her treatment.
I call Rachel Hayes, my attorney.
"Claire?" she answers, voice thick with sleep. "What's wrong?"
"I want to move forward with the divorce."
A pause.
"Are you sure?"
I look toward the ICU.
"Completely."
Ethan doesn't come to the hospital until the next afternoon.
He walks in looking rested.
He glances toward Mom's room.
"She's stable?"
"You tell me. Apparently you're the one who decides how sick she has to be before she deserves help."
"I didn't come here to fight."
A doctor approaches before he can say more.
"Mrs. Morgan's condition is still unstable. We recommend surgery as soon as possible."
I answer immediately.
"Do it."
Ethan speaks at the same time.
"How much?"
I turn slowly.
The doctor gives us an estimate.
Ethan frowns.
"Is surgery absolutely necessary? Can you try conservative treatment first?"
I stare at him.
"My mother nearly died yesterday."
"I'm asking a reasonable question."
"The medical team is recommending surgery."
"And I'm telling you not to make a huge financial decision while you're panicking."
The doctor looks between us.
"The decision belongs to the patient and her authorized family. From a medical standpoint, our recommendation is to proceed."
"Then proceed," I say.
Ethan waits until the doctor leaves.
"This is exactly what I mean. You're not thinking."
"No. I'm finally thinking clearly."
"Claire—"
"Don't."
Dad comes up beside me.
"Stay away from my daughter."
Ethan blinks.
"Robert, I was trying to—"
"I know what you were trying to do."
Dad's voice shakes.
"I spent years telling Claire to be patient with you. To understand your schedule. Your job. Your responsibilities."
He points toward Mom's room.
"I didn't raise my daughter so her husband could decide my wife's life matters less than someone else's comfort."
For once, Ethan has nothing to say.
That evening, while Mom is being prepared for surgery, Ethan checks his phone again and again.
Every time the screen lights up, his expression softens.
Finally, he stands.
"I need to go."
I look at him.
"Where?"
He hesitates.
Then says, "Diane had palpitations after everything yesterday. Sophie is worried. I'm going to check on them."
For a moment, I can only stare.
"My mother is about to have heart surgery."
"Don't start."
"And you're leaving to comfort Sophie?"
"Her family had a frightening experience too."
I nod slowly.
"Go."
He frowns.
"What?"
"Go to her."
I step aside.
"And don't come back."
His face darkens.
"You're going to regret talking to me like this once you calm down."
Dad puts a hand on my shoulder.
"No, she won't."
Ethan looks at him.
Dad doesn't look away.
"If she wants out of this marriage, she has a home with us."
Then he turns to me.
"Divorce him, Claire."
