Brian and I were at a crossroads in our marriage, though I hadn’t fully realized it. Hoping to reignite our romance, I clutched my ticket to Paris and navigated the crowded airport. But when I spotted Brian with a young woman, intimately linked, my heart sank.

“Brian!” I exclaimed.

He turned, surprise morphing into detachment. “Ava, why are you here?” he asked.

“I wanted to surprise you,” I said, my voice trembling.

“This isn’t a good time, Ava. It’s a business trip,” he dismissed, tearing up my ticket. “She’s just a colleague. Go home.”

Tears welled in my eyes. “I thought we were trying to fix things.”

“This was a mistake. Leave,” he said coldly, walking away with the woman. I sank to the floor, sobbing. That’s when Jack found me.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concern in his eyes.

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After I explained, Jack offered me a first-class seat to Paris, no strings attached. “Everyone deserves a fresh start,” he said.

Feeling hopeful, I accepted.

In my first-class seat, peace began to replace my heartbreak. But then Brian appeared, anger etched on his face.

“What are you doing here?” he sneered.

I mentioned Jack’s invitation, which only fueled Brian’s fury. Just as he threatened me, Jack intervened, telling Brian, “She’s here at my invitation.”

Brian was directed back to economy, and I felt relief. Jack returned to my side and offered his hotel suite in Paris.

“Why would you do this for me?” I asked.

“It’s the right thing to do,” Jack replied. “You deserve hope and healing.”

I accepted his offer, feeling a spark of optimism.

In Paris, Jack guided me through vibrant streets, helping me heal. One evening, under the Eiffel Tower, I realized my feelings for him had deepened.

Then came an email about a job opportunity at a prestigious fashion house. Accepting it meant anchoring myself in Paris, complicating my relationship with Jack.

“I’m proud of you,” he said when I shared the news. “This is an incredible opportunity.”

“But what about us?” I asked.

“What we have is special, but love is about supporting each other’s dreams,” he replied.

Tears glistened in my eyes. His understanding made me realize I could build a life of my own.

As we prepared to leave Paris, Jack offered me a choice: return with him to New York or stay for the job.

“I want to give us a chance,” I said.

Once we landed at JFK, Jack expressed his concerns about the practicalities of our relationship given his career.

“I love you and believe we can navigate this together,” I assured him.

Jack handed me a hotel voucher. “Take your time to decide what you want,” he said.

While alone at the terminal, Brian’s mocking voice interrupted. “How’s life after your escapade with the pilot?” he taunted.

“Go away, Brian,” I replied, but he continued.

Suddenly, his mistress, Nina, slapped him. “You lied to me!” she exclaimed, and Brian had no defense.

Nina turned to me, apologizing. I nodded. “It’s not your fault.”

With a firm stance, she declared to Brian, “We’re done,” and walked away.

I looked at Brian, feeling liberated. “Goodbye, Brian,” I said, and walked away.

The vibrancy of New York mirrored my transformation. I decided to become an air hostess, blending my newfound independence with my love for Jack. On my first flight, I met his proud gaze as I walked down the aisle, filled with hope for our future together.