On the night my husband Simons went on a business trip, he sent me a million-dollar transfer. He told me the truth about his years of infidelity. [This million dollars is my compensation to you.] [I'm going abroad to live with her. From now on, we'll go our separate ways and wish each other well.] My heart filled with doubt and confusion. Simons had always been sincere and honest. If he fell in love with someone else, he would definitely ask me for a divorce first. How could he possibly have an affair behind my back? But immediately after, I received an anonymous package. When I opened it, photos scattered all over the floor. They were all intimate photos from various angles of a woman named Yael with Simons. The background of the last photo was on an airplane. The moment I saw the photos, my heart filled with terror, and I immediately called the police. "I want to report a body hidden on Flight CZ3218!" The police immediately asked who the deceased was. I choked up for a moment, "It's my husband, Simons."
Simons and I had been married for ten years, the model couple in our friends' eyes. He once shared his vision of our future with me—if we remained childless our whole lives, we'd move into a nursing home in our old age and grow old together. But tonight's events completely shattered my dream of spending a lifetime with my beloved. Simons left on a last-minute business trip. After boarding the plane, he sent me a million-dollar transfer and a farewell message. He confessed his seven-year betrayal and expressed his determination. [Seven years ago, I fell in love with a woman. At that moment, I decided to spend my life with her.] [Igor, I'm sorry. But I cannot go against my heart's decision.] He gave me the million dollars he'd earned these past years as compensation, while also showing his resolve. After leaving the country, he would register his marriage with his lover abroad. He left me not a single shred of hope to keep him. Ten years of companionship—seven of them apparently mixed with deception. I sat quietly in the cold, silent living room, my heart pounding like a drum, yet unable to shed a single tear. He had chosen his timing well. The plane was taking off right now. With this departure, he left me full of resentment. With anger building in my chest, I simply got up and rushed into the bedroom, taking down the huge wedding photo from above the bed. It crashed to the ground! I decisively pressed the lighter. Just as the flame was about to lick the photograph, urgent knocking came from the door. The visitor was in such a hurry they didn't even leave a word. When I opened the door, an anonymous package lay quietly on the ground. Last year, Simons had used the same trick. When I opened the package, he jumped out from the shadows holding a bouquet of flowers and embraced me. "Igor, happy ninth anniversary!" Seeing the package, my heart filled with a bit of hope. Could Simons have calculated that today was our tenth anniversary and deliberately prepared a surprise for me?! Suppressing my excited heart, I opened the package, but what scattered out was evidence of crime covering the floor. A young woman with a charming face, leaning against Simons in different poses. The two shopping at the mall, going to candlelit dinners together, even intimately entwined in our shared car... The photos fell one by one, revealing a picture of the two embracing in an airplane cabin, forming a heart shape. Words were attached: [Simons & Yael Forever in Love] The woman's gaze deliberately turned toward me, revealing a victorious smile. Though it was clearly an extremely provocative act, my heart transformed from anger to fear. Suppressing my terror, I took a deep breath and dialed the emergency number. "I want to report a body hidden on Flight CZ3218!" "And the deceased is my husband Simons..."
The police asked for details, which I answered one by one. But when they asked for evidence, I fell silent for a moment. Time passed second by second, and the plane continued approaching the national border. The police informed me again that stopping an international flight without cause would result in serious criminal liability. The compensation alone would reach millions, and in severe cases, I could face imprisonment for maliciously affecting others and causing negative impact. I pressed my hand against my pounding chest, hesitating for a moment. If this was only my speculation, I would bear enormous debt and even face imprisonment. But when my gaze shifted back to the photos, that momentary doubt vanished instantly. My voice trembled but carried determination, "I'm willing to bear all consequences, I only ask for the truth in return!" As the police mobilized, I also brought Simons's work materials to the airport. Time was pressing. I flipped through the materials in the car. Instinct told me his business trip must be related to a major case he'd been investigating. Simons was the editor-in-chief of TRUE newspaper. He'd recently been investigating a serial murder case from ten years ago. This business trip was also to meet the only witness from back then, to do an updated report. Everything seemed completely normal. I quickly flipped through the materials but found no problems at all. And his rigidly scheduled timetable also corresponded perfectly with his work hours. How could such a meticulous person have time for a seven-year affair? Though I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would be a lie to say I wasn't hurt. I placed the materials beside me, closed my eyes to rest, and let out a long sigh. But the next moment, the driver slammed on the brakes. Caught off guard, I crashed into the back of the seat, and the materials scattered on the floor. I hurriedly bent down to pick them up, but in a hidden layer, I saw a sentence written in Simons's own handwriting. [The ticket must be changed to one day later. He must be on the plane!] The moment I saw the note, every hair on my body stood on end! Even the driver's repeated apologies seemed distant to me. Traffic was backed up at the airport entrance. I immediately opened the door, got out, and sprinted toward the arrival exit. The police notified the airport's air traffic control, ordering Flight CZ3218 to return for inspection. I sat in the waiting area clutching the materials, on edge every second. My eyes locked onto the arrival exit as I wiped the cold sweat from my palms again and again. Finally, before sunset, I heard the flight announcement. "CZ3218 has returned!" I immediately stood up, leaning against the edge of the arrival exit to watch. The police led the passengers out. I hurriedly begged Captain Eric. "Eric, please be sure to investigate the cause of Simons's death!" I presented the materials with both hands, "These are the major cases Simons was investigating. His death may very well be related to this!" But Eric raised his hand to brush aside the materials I handed over, then turned to point toward the end of the line. "Ms. Igor, your husband is at the end of the line." "As for your false police report affecting the travel of 113 passengers, do you have any defense?" I turned my head and met the gaze of the man in a trench coat walking at the very end of the crowd. He wore the same smoke-gray trench coat Simons had chosen before leaving, his hand interlocked with that charming woman's fingers. I heard my voice, light as snow. "Impossible, he's not Simons..." Clearly, the number of passengers on this flight was supposed to be 114!
Where did the missing person go? This thought swirled in my mind, gradually transforming into a fear as dark as an abyss. Seeing Eric about to leave, I frantically grabbed his sleeve, begging repeatedly. "Please verify the exact number of passengers on the flight again! There's one passenger missing!" But Eric had already lost his patience and directly pushed my hand away. His eyes held disappointment and disgust. "Ms. Igor, we've already verified. One passenger canceled their ticket at the last minute. The actual number of passengers is 113!" "I have no authority to interfere with your private life, but please don't make false police reports and disrupt social order!" "For your claim of a body on the plane and your stopping of the flight, please compensate for the damages according to law!" Eric's words were like a bucket of cold water dumped over my head. Now I was caught in a difficult position. If I couldn't find evidence that this man wasn't Simons, I would probably face millions in compensation and imprisonment. I quickly calmed down and looked up at the man at the end of the line. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a refined, honest demeanor. Even his unconscious habit of pushing up his glasses when questioned by police was identical to the Simons I knew. The only difference was that he had been tightly holding the woman beside him. I stepped forward, staring intently at Simons, trying to find any flaw. But immediately, my view was blocked by a woman. She smiled with ill intent, "Miss, you should be begging the police for leniency right now, not standing here staring at my fiancé!" She crossed her arms, full of arrogance. And the man behind her, with eyes as gentle as Simons's, looked at me with bone-deep coldness. I was slow to react before shifting my gaze to her. With the same arrogance as in the photos, she must be Yael, Simons's mistress, and the one who sent the photos. I looked her over and suddenly smiled. "You can't possibly be Yael." "And the person behind you isn't Simons either." My words seemed to infuriate Yael. She unconsciously stepped forward and raised her hand. I didn't dodge or avoid, glancing at the police nearby. She uncertainly lowered her hand, instead pointing at my nose. "Igor, right? You just keep talking tough, but when you see the million-dollar compensation bill, I hope you can still be this confident!" I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms. Just then, the flight crew descended the gangway one after another, reporting to Eric. Four people in succession, along with a search dog. All declared there were no abnormalities in the cabin. The so-called body on the plane was just my gimmick to force the plane to return so I could catch Simons in adultery! Eric discussed while glancing at me. Vague stares came from all around, making me uncomfortable. The passengers, having heard the truth about the return, all began to complain quietly. "It's all because this person went crazy. Why drag us into catching a mistress!" "I'm going abroad for business. Who's going to compensate me for my thirty-million-dollar deal!" Invisible pressure weighed on me like a mountain, making it hard to breathe. Suddenly, inspiration flashed in my mind! This fake Simons hadn't spoken a single word until now! If I could get him to speak, I'd definitely be able to see through his true identity! Pressing my pounding heart, I quickly stepped forward. Standing before Simons, the thousand words in my heart turned into a choke. "Simon..." He directly interrupted me, using an arrogant tone I'd never heard before, directly condemning our relationship. "Igor, all these years I never wanted children with you because Yael and I already have a son. He's six years old this year." "Now you have the answer for why I chose to leave. Are you satisfied?" The belated truth exploded like thunder in my ears. I laughed foolishly. I raised my hand to touch my face, only to realize two lines of tears were already streaming down. "So the million dollars you transferred to me is divorce settlement?" I thought the man before me would remain arrogant. But his brow furrowed imperceptibly. "Yes." In that moment, my mood suddenly relaxed. Tears hung on my face, but I wasn't disappointed. He had personally transferred the money to me, yet belatedly hesitated. So my Simons was still on the plane!
Seeing the plane about to head to the cleaning area, I immediately stepped forward, begging Eric to conduct another investigation. He frowned tightly and said sternly: "Ms. Igor, the police prioritize case work, we're not your personal security!" Seeing me, people around shook their heads and whispered about me. "Her husband is right in front of her, and she refuses to believe it! If I had a crazy woman like this, I'd want a divorce too!" "Is this person ever going to stop? She's disrupting public order—I'm going to report her to the police too!" In desperation, I suddenly thought of the key point. "Eric! I request you weigh the plane!" This method was something Simons had mentioned when explaining similar body-hiding cases to me. As soon as I said this, Eric looked at me with surprise and scrutiny. He whispered a few words to the forensic expert beside him, who immediately looked at me with surprise. "I didn't expect you to think of this method. It's worth a try." With his approval, the plane was sent to the maintenance area to be weighed. The fabric on my back dried and dampened again, and my accelerated heart rate made my fingers tremble. Finally, news came from the maintenance area. "The entire plane weighs exactly 145 pounds more than before takeoff!" In other words, inside this seemingly normal plane, an adult was hidden! This answer greatly surprised the police! Eric's previously impatient frown deepened, but for the first time, he took my words seriously. Leading the police dog, he personally led people to search the plane again. The forensic expert came with me to fake Simons. He politely introduced himself, then began examining the man. The police brought equipment, from facial recognition to fingerprints. But nothing showed abnormalities—all green lights. My originally tense heart suddenly sank to the bottom. Seeing this result, the originally excited crowd also became disappointed. "I thought what this woman said was true, but now it seems it's all fake!" "He just doesn't want to be with her anymore. Maybe this whole airplane body thing is her death threat to her husband!" Once this conspiracy theory emerged, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at me. They all stepped back, looking at me with wariness and apprehension. I had no time to explain and followed the forensic expert to the final procedure—the lie detector. The man put on the detection equipment and answered every question from the expert. From his name to his business assignment, he answered everything seamlessly. The lie detector kept showing green lights. When the expert asked why he transferred a million dollars to me, I saw him hesitate for a moment. "This is something I voluntarily gave her as my responsibility as a husband." I stared intently at the lie detector light. After the system identified it... It still lit up with a faint green light! At that moment, the mocking gazes of the crowd felt tangible, like rolling black clouds sweeping over me! Fake Simons patted his sleeves and stood up gracefully. Yael took his arm and looked at me mockingly. "I think the person who should be using the lie detector is you. If it weren't for your lies, Simons and I would have already landed in the Maldives!" Her words triggered all the passengers' complaints. They began pressuring the airport and police with complaints. I gritted my teeth and steeled my heart. I simply put on the lie detector device! Facing everyone's eyes watching the spectacle, I calmed my heart and responded to the expert's questions one by one. As I answered, green lights began to appear. And the forensic expert's attitude became increasingly serious. Since neither fake Simons nor I had lied, what could the truth be? He pulled out the couple's photo taken in the cabin and asked word by word: "Ms. Igor, why did you conclude, after seeing this photo, that your husband was killed and became the body on the plane?" I closed my eyes and opened an old notebook from seven years ago. At the same time, I said something quietly to the forensic expert. The moment the lie detector showed a green light, the forensic expert raised his hand and pointed to the two people not far away with interlocked fingers. "Arrest them immediately! They're suspected of involvement in an airplane body-hiding case!"
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