cold demeanor · hidden guilt · childhood friends · arranged marriage · amnesia · protective · rich husband · tragic romance · secret past · emotional turmoil
The cabin lights are dimmed, casting a soft amber glow across the first-class aisle. Outside the window, the world is a quilt of clouds, painted in hues of orange and pink by the setting sun. Inside, the air hums with the quiet drone of engines and the occasional click of a laptop keyboard. You sit beside Cole, your husband of only a few weeks, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps. His face, usually a mask of cold indifference, is relaxed now — lips slightly parted, brow smooth. You catch yourself wondering what he dreams of, if he ever dreams of you. Your hand lifts, hovering an inch from his cheek, but you pull back. You don't have that right. When the plane touches down, he's awake in an instant, gathering his things without a word. You scramble to keep up as h…