The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Revenge

Diana’s POV

There was a voice that echoed in the speakers.

“Passengers, may we have your attention. We are truly sorry for the delay as we were facing some technical difficulties but we’re happy to let you know that the engine has been repaired. We’ve rescheduled our departure for 9:15 a.m. So take a seat and relax. If you need any assistance, don’t hesitate to ask the cabin crew for it. We appreciate your patience.”

The message was concluded with a beep.

There were murmurs of relief from the passengers in the columns and rows. There was a muted rejoicement behind them. Everyone was pleased that the delay had finally been resolved.

The chilly air seemed to have relieved my pounding headache, but my chest pain persisted minute by minute. I looked out the window, hoping to see some serene landscape, but all I could see was the asphalt runway, a sea of yellow tape, and the empty trolleys that were used to carry the luggage being removed from the plane.

“Madam, we are going to take off in a short while. Are you in need of anything at all?

I opened my mouth to respond to the flight attendant. She was looking forward to hearing my response. I was ready to ask her if she could simply let me off the plane once we reached the maximum altitude.

But I didn’t say anything sarcastic. I was unable to come up with a suitable response to such a basic question. Do I need anything at all?

She cannot give me anything at this time.

I shook my head and shut my mouth. She smiled and continued on her way. But her routine, normal question reminded me of something awful.

“Would you need anything after this?”

I almost hit my head on the window as I heard that voice ringing in my ears. I felt the memories haunt me once again, and my lip quivered.

I attempted to control my emotions. I was not looking for attention. But I broke down in tears.

I still find it hard to believe that is where I am right now. I know that this is all off of this is my fault. I was naive and stupid. If only I had known that falling in love with someone too deeply may result in misery.

I’m all alone on a plane, being delivered somewhere like a mere package. I used to ride private jets before all this. Now, I’m sitting on a low-budget aircraft that just had an engine failure two hours ago, with a pilot who tells us to sit back and relax regardless.

I hate this.

“Dear, are you alright?”

A fragile voice broke me free from my thoughts. It was the lady seated next to me.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m fine.” I lied, clutching my bag.

“Fine?” She repeated in a doubtful tone. Then she touched my face.

I felt her soft, warm hand on my cheek, “Your tears say otherwise, dear.”

“I’m alright.” I smiled, “Thank you for your comfort.”

She slowly pulled her hand away, “Well, whatever made you cry, it’s all going away now. We’re on vacation, darling. Cheer up!”

I chuckled at her enthusiasm, “I wish it were that easy.”

“Well… if you want, you can tell me. I’m just a stranger after all. There’s no harm in telling an old lady.”

Old lady? What is she talking about? She looks quite young. There were a few signs of aging, like the wrinkles on the corner of her eyes, and the strands of gray on her dark hair. But still, she didn’t look like a day over 50. A healthy and happy 50.

I think she’s the same age as my mother, but she’s not here anymore. Even if she was, there would be no other basis for comparison but their age. My mother would never touch me like this. She was neither sweet nor warm.

“Thank you, ma’am. I appreciate your kindness. But I would feel worse if I burden you with my troubles.”

“Oh, it’s no bother.” She claimed.

“I’m trying to make friends. I’m all alone on this flight.”

“Alone? Why? Don’t you have your family with you?”

She smiled. “No. My son booked me this flight. Said we would go on a vacation. He’ll meet me at the airport. But my daughter’s flight isn’t until tomorrow,”—then she let out a sad sigh—“It’s funny, isn’t it? It’s supposed to be a family vacation, but I’m all alone in this plane.”

Ah. She’s all alone too.

I held her hand, “Cheer up, ma’am. We’re on vacation. Whatever it is, it’s going away now.”

Her eyes widened in shock and amusement as I reused her words, “Oh! You’re right. You’re such a smart girl. Thank you for that.”

“Just returning the smile you gave me, ma’am.”

“Oh dear, stop with the ma’am.” She clicked her tongue, “Just call me Pauline, alright?”

I nodded in compliance, “As you wish, Pauline. My name’s Diana.”

“Oh, what a lovely name.” But she frowned, “A sad face doesn’t suit such a beautiful name. Let me help you.”

But I shook my head, “It would be very nice if you could help me, Pauline. But I don’t think anyone can.”

She stayed frozen in thought for a second before replying,

“Well, if I can’t help you, I can listen to you. I’m not forcing you to do anything. Excuse my behavior.”

“No, no. It’s alright.”

She continued, “I’m just speaking from experience. I’ve had my share of problems. Talking about them didn’t solve anything, but it did make me feel lighter. It comforted me… knowing that someone listened to my story and would think about me. That’s what I was hoping to do for you. It’s such a shame to see a young, beautiful lady cry.”

Ah. She’s too sweet and pure. How could I not give in to her wishes? It’s not every day that you meet such a kind stranger.

I let out a breath, “Okay, Pauline, You win. I’ll tell you my sad story.”