Clouded Trust

Linda's POV

A rage built up in me and I jerked my arm away from him while saying very loudly, “Do not dare touch me!!”

Chris withdrew quickly. His eyes wide with shock and some fear.

Everyone in the airplane cabin stared at us but I did not care. I was heaving, my heart thundering in my chest.

“You don’t get to do this!” I continued, my voice cracking at the end. “You don’t…you don’t get to do this.” I started to sob.

Tears freely ran down my face and a heaviness filled my heart.

Why? Why, huh?

Why does this always happen to me? Everytime. Every damn time that I fully give my heart away to someone, it gets trampled on the ground.

Is there something wrong with me?

Am I discarded goods that everyone juts don’t want?

First, it was my ex who I had caught screwing my brother on my wedding day. Now, this?

The plane was going faster now, increasing its speed with each passing second. That was the only reason why I did not stand up to get away from him and his concubine.

“Linda…” He said my name softly.

“You have no shame. You have no heart, Chris,” I spat the words in his face, my chest feeling heavier with each second.

“I know, I know. But can you please let me explain?”

I scoffed and chuckled without humor. “Explain what? All the sex positions you and your girlfriend had?” I raised an eyebrow, and the people seated near us gasped.

Meghan looked embarrassed, she had her head buried in her phone as if she was trying to save the life of a dying child with the device.

Chris’ eyes were red and teary, but that was not going to make him feel sorry for him.

I wanted to rip his throats out. I wanted to kill him. And oh, it hurt so deeply for me to be this close to him.

Why can’t this plane get in the air already?

The loud sound of the engines roared and soon we were off the ground, ascending higher into the shy gradually.

I was someone who liked sitting by the window and admiring the sky when I flew, but not this time, I kept my gaze on the back of the seat in front of me, holding back the tears that I had not already shared.

“Will you please listen to me?” He asked softly, his tone gentle as if he was begging.

I breathed out a sigh and flipped some of my hair.

“Linda, Meghan and me, you see…it’s complicated.”

I really did not want to hear this crap. I just wanted to be out of there.

As soon as the aircraft reached a normal altitude, the sound and sign for taking off seatbelts rang out.

I immediately took mine off and before I could stand to my feet, one of the flight attendants were already here.

“Hello there, I hope the both of you are having a great flight. But I need to know, is there a problem here?” She asked in a nice tone, maintaining eye contact with us one at a time.

“No, there’s not,” Chris replied, smiling numbly.

“And you, ma’am?” She asked me directly.

“Yes, I need to change my seat,” I told her.

She smiled softly. “I’m sorry but you would need a valid reason to change seats.”

“How about the fact that I’m sitting right next to my husband that I have just found out is f*cking the girl sitting by the window?” My voice was a bit loud.

More eyes shot my ways and whispers rose.

The flight attendant swallowed and took her eyes off me, glancing at Chris and Meghan with disgust clearly painted on her face.

Then she looked back at me, her face getting calmer. “Give me a few minutes and I will find another seat for you, okay, honey?” She flashed me a warm smile.

It made me feel better. Not in a huge way, but at least, it helped me feel less of the heavy weight on my heart.

“Thank you,” I said in response to her, and at the same time, a stubborn tear escaped one of my eyes and I wiped it quickly.

I watched her walk away and the waited for my seat to be changed. I really wanted that.

“I think you should really try to hear him out and stop being so emotional,” Meghan had the guts to say to me.

I was so taken aback that it took me a couple of seconds to process what she had just said.

“What the hell did you just say to me?” I asked, adrenaline still rushing through me.

“You heard—“ she was about to say but was stopped.

“That’s enough…” Chris scolded her. “Stay the hell out of this.”

Meghan opened her mouth to say something but decided against it and kept her thoughts to herself.

Him standing up for me did not fix a shred of thing.

We sat in silence as the flight attendant came back with pleasant news. There was an available seat not too far to the front.

I immediately jumped at the opportunity. “Thank you, that would be excellent. And I am so sorry for the scene that I caused.”

I stood to my feet and took my small sky-blue suitcase out of the overhead bin.

“It’s no problem, ma’am,” she replied to me as she led me to my new seat.

I did no such thing like looking back, I did not have to. I could feel Chris’ eyes boring a hole at the back of my head.

When I reached my new seat, I sat down and waited for me to be served my drinks and food, although I did not even have an appetite.

“Hey…” The person next to me said, The voice was familiar. When I looked in the direction of them, I saw Mitch, my ex boyfriend.

“Mitch…” I said his name, feeling like I was shoved right under water, having zero chance of breathing.