Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 228

Briony froze, yanking her hand back in an instant.

The plane jolted violently, the turbulence so intense that lightning flashed outside the window, thunder rumbling so loud it rattled her skull.

Over the chaos, the flight attendant’s calm voice came through the speakers:

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re experiencing turbulence as we pass through a storm cloud. Please make sure your seat belts are securely fastened, follow the crew’s instructions, and keep your hands on the seatback in front of you…”

Briony had never been through turbulence this bad before.

As the shaking grew worse, panic started to ripple through the cabin.

“Mum, I’m scared, I want to go home—”

“Are we going to die? I haven’t even met my boyfriend yet—”

“God, please, just get us through this, please—”

Cries and prayers overlapped in a rising tide of fear. Suddenly, the plane lurched with a sickening drop. Screams erupted as the cabin depressurized and the oxygen masks fell from overhead with a thud.

Stewart grabbed a mask and quickly fitted it over Briony’s face. “Don’t panic. Deep breaths.”

Briony squeezed her eyes shut, mind blank with terror.

But the turbulence was so fierce her stomach rebelled. Nausea twisted through her, and she clung to the armrests, desperate for it to end.

Five endless minutes later, the shaking finally eased. The plane broke free of the storm clouds, leveling out at cruising altitude.

The flight attendant’s voice returned, gentle and reassuring. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve safely passed through the storm. We apologize for the scare. Our crew will be coming through the cabin—if anyone is feeling unwell, please let us know right away…”

Briony unclasped her seat belt and stood, hand over her mouth, but her legs nearly gave out beneath her. Stewart caught her just in time.

“Do you feel sick?” he asked quietly.

Briony glanced up at him, face drawn and miserable. She shoved his hand away, voice tense. “Just leave me alone. Honestly, that would help me the most right now.”

Seeing how pale she was, Stewart didn’t argue. He called over a flight attendant, who quickly guided Briony to the restroom.

Inside, Briony was violently ill.

Afterward, she splashed cold water on her face, waiting for the dizziness to fade. Gradually, her stomach settled and she felt almost alive again.

When she returned to her seat, the flight attendant greeted her with a warm smile and offered a cup of hot water and some motion sickness tablets.

Briony accepted just the water. “No pills, thank you. I’m feeling much better now.”

“If you need anything at all, just let us know,” the attendant replied kindly.

“Thank you.” Briony managed a small, grateful smile.

Once the attendant left, Briony sipped the warm water, feeling the comforting heat settle in her belly. The worst had passed.

With only about fifteen minutes until landing, Briony gave up on sleeping. She pulled out a paperback from her bag and opened it, eyes scanning the pages.

Beside her, Stewart kept silent, only glancing at her now and then.

In the soft light, Briony’s profile looked calm, her skin pale and delicate.

Stewart turned away, leaned back, and closed his eyes, letting out a silent breath.