Chapter 1

"Captain Pierce, there's thunder outside, I'm so scared... can you come check on me?"

It was 11 PM when Sophie called, her voice choked with sobs. Adrian Pierce grabbed his car keys and headed for the door.

I stood behind him, my voice soft: "Adrian, if you walk out that door tonight, we're done. For good."

He gripped the door handle, not even bothering to turn around. He just scoffed coldly. "Hannah, don't threaten me with a breakup. You can't live without me—the whole airline knows it."

The door slammed shut.

He didn't look back. Not once.

I crouched down and slipped off the plain band he'd put on my finger himself.

The moment it slid past my knuckle, I realized something—taking it off didn't hurt as much as I'd imagined.

I pulled out my phone and dialed another number.

"Ethan, you mentioned last time that Doctors Without Borders still needs a logistics coordinator?"

A gentle voice came through the line. "You're welcome anytime. But didn't you say you needed more time to think it over?"

I smiled and tossed the ring into the trash.

"No need to think anymore. My husband died in his mistress's bed. I can leave tomorrow."