Chapter 1

My boyfriend and I were on our post-graduation trip, when my roommate, with no shame, tagged along. As we headed to an Arabian country, the plane suddenly hit severe turbulence, plummeting towards the Pacific. Due to a malfunction, only half of the oxygen masks deployed. My wicked roommate snatched the mask from an Arabian noblewoman. I couldn't bear it, so I shared my oxygen with the noblewoman, saving her life.

After the emergency landing, the Arabian magnate, grateful, adopted me as his goddaughter. He threw my wicked roommate into an African slum.

Later, my boyfriend and I got married. On our skydiving day, he suddenly unbuckled my parachute, pushing me from thousands of feet up. I was splattered into a bloody mess.

"If you hadn't been such a busybody, insisting on saving that old hag, Chloe wouldn't have died!"

That's when I realized they'd been having an affair behind my back all along!

I woke up again, finding myself reincarnated at the exact moment the plane took off.

"Ava, I'm talking to you! Swap seats with me!"

Chloe's sharp voice echoed in my ears, instantly pulling me back. I clutched my wildly beating heart. It took me a moment to grasp that I had been reborn.

"Go sit with your Ryan." I turned my head, my gaze utterly cold.

In my past life, I never understood why Chloe was so desperate to switch seats, but now... My gaze fell on Ryan, my heart filled with desolation and hatred. After we swapped seats, Chloe and Ryan were practically groping each other right under my nose. It was absolutely disgusting.

As the plane ascended into the Pacific airspace, I knew – the severe turbulence was coming! Sure enough, the next second, the entire plane lurched violently downwards. The intense feeling of freefall sent everyone on board into a panic, screaming.

"Ah! What's happening?!"

"Is the plane going down? I don't want to die, I want to go home!"

"Shut up, you pathetic woman! Keep wailing and I'll choke you!"

Cries and curses, one after another, instantly filled the entire cabin.

I turned my head, seeing the Arabian noblewoman with her hands clasped together, eyes squeezed shut, her face ghastly pale. Based on our interactions in my past life, I knew she suffered from severe panic attacks.

Suddenly, the plane sharply ascended, and the entire cabin tilted to nearly a ninety-degree angle. My hands trembled as I gripped the armrest, and in my peripheral vision, Chloe had already thrown herself into Ryan's arms.

"Ryan, I'm so scared!" Her voice was so delicate, it gave me goosebumps.

Ryan instinctively pulled her close, offering a sense of complete security. "Don't be scared, I'm here..." he started, then suddenly realized, shutting up and staring at me.

A cold laugh formed in my heart. These traitors!

Just as I pulled my gaze away, a sharp pain shot through my left hand. I instinctively looked over. I saw the noblewoman, ghastly pale, gasping for air and clutching her chest, completely drenched in sweat, her eyes rolling back. My heart skipped a beat—this was a sign of a full-blown panic attack! I quickly reached into her pocket, just as I placed the inhaler to her nostrils.

The plane again lurched violently. Fatima's medication instantly flew out of her hand, landing right by Chloe's feet. My gaze sharpened as I saw her struggling to breathe, taking in less air than she let out.

A ruthless resolve hardened in me. I wanted to unbuckle my seatbelt and risk getting the inhaler back. But my hand froze as I reached for the seatbelt. I instinctively looked down, only to find the buckle was jammed tight, refusing to release!

Helpless, I could only yell at Chloe. "Kick that medicine over here!"

Chloe leaned forward, glanced, and then sneered at Fatima, who was nearly suffocating. "If you want to save her, do it yourself! Why are you ordering me around?"

Perhaps thinking she was going to die, Chloe's mask of false kindness completely slipped. "Saving rich people is one thing, but a pauper too? Your 'savior complex' is out of control!" Chloe said, and instead of kicking the medicine to me, she pretended it was an accident and kicked it even further away. "Oh dear! My apologies, the plane lurched, and I accidentally kicked the medicine away. What a shame, isn't it?"

Watching her smug, defiant expression, anger made my chest ache. That bitch!

"Chloe!" I glared at her, my chest heaving. "Are you insane? This is a human life!"

Beside them, Ryan dropped his act, pulling Chloe into a tender embrace and confessing his love. "What's that got to do with us? Chloe, we'll die together!" Then he cast a disgusted look my way. "Ava, you think you're the kindest person in the world, don't you? If you're so kind, then unbuckle your seatbelt and go pick up that medicine!"

I turned, glancing at the noblewoman who was almost suffocating. With a firm resolve, I used a hairpin from my hair to cut open the seatbelt.

The moment I stood up, the violent turbulence instantly tossed me upwards, slamming me against the plane's ceiling. Then, a rapid ascent hurled me back into my seat. The searing pain through every part of my body made my vision blur. Chloe seized the opportunity, lifting her foot and deliberately stomping on my hand, grinding it again and again.

"Bitch, you deserve it!"

Just then, the inhaler rolled to my feet, right at the front. My gaze fixated. Gritting my teeth, I crawled over and picked up the inhaler. As I reached for it, Chloe brutally kicked me from behind. My head slammed against the armrest, and my vision swam.

Enduring the agonizing pain, I used my past life's memories to send a distress text to the rescue team and the oil tycoon!