My world shattered in an airport terminal when I discovered my husband, Brian, with another woman. I had planned to surprise him on his business trip to Paris, hoping to reignite our romance, but instead, I saw them together, intimately linked.

“Brian!” I exclaimed, heartbroken. He approached, annoyance etched on his face. “This isn’t a good time, Ava. Go home.” He tore up my ticket, dismissing my hopes and walking away with the other woman.

Devastated, I sank to the floor, sobbing. That’s when Jack, a charming airline pilot, found me. After I shared my story, he offered me a first-class seat to Paris, no strings attached. Grateful yet surprised, I accepted, hoping for a fresh start.

In first class, I felt a sense of peace until Brian showed up, furious. Jack intervened, asserting my right to be there, which felt empowering. But Brian continued to threaten me, vowing to cut off my credit cards. Jack’s presence felt like a protective shield.

Once in Paris, Jack became my unexpected guardian, showing me the city and helping me heal. Our bond deepened, especially under the Eiffel Tower’s glow, where I realized I was developing feelings for him. However, I was also presented with a job opportunity at a prestigious fashion house, creating a dilemma about my future.

While discussing my job offer with Jack, he encouraged me to pursue it. “Love is about supporting each other’s dreams,” he said, his sincerity melting my fears. We shared a passionate kiss, affirming our connection.

As we prepared to leave Paris, Jack offered me a choice: return to New York with him or stay in Paris for the job. I chose to give us a chance and decided to return together.

But once back at JFK, reality set in. Jack expressed concerns about our future due to his job and lifestyle. “Let’s take some time to think,” he suggested. I agreed, feeling the weight of our situation.

Alone at the terminal, I encountered Brian, who mocked me. Just then, the woman he was with, Nina, slapped him when she realized he had lied. “We’re done,” she declared, leaving him stunned. I felt no love for Brian anymore and said, “Goodbye,” walking away.

Embracing my newfound independence, I decided to become an air hostess. With Jack’s support, I navigated the application process and training. On my first flight, I spotted Jack, our eyes locking with shared pride. His embrace and our kiss promised a bright future together.

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