Chapter 2 Betrayal

Chapter 2: Betrayal

Xyla and Damian were now sitting in a fancy business-class flight. The cabin was calm, cozy, and quiet. Well, obviously-this is the expensive class, only rich or important people could afford it.

Xyla looked super happy this time. It's been her dream for so long to travel openly with the man she loves, without hiding like before. Especially since her dad totally disapproved of their relationship back then.

"So... where exactly are we going? Why abroad though?" Damian asked, curious.

After getting married, they never planned to fly anywhere. Their honeymoon plan was only around the country.

"Surprise!!" Xyla said with a bright grin. Damian stared at her, confused.

"We're going to Portugal for our honeymoon!" she announced.

"You serious?" Damian turned quickly, almost not believing what he heard.

"Of course," Xyla nodded confidently.

Damian's face lit up instantly. Portugal was his dream country, especially since it's the birthplace of his favorite football player, Cristiano Ronaldo.

He hugged Xyla tight, his happiness overflowing.

"Thank you, babe, for doing all this," Damian said with sparkling eyes. He'd wanted to go there for so long, but expensive tickets and travel costs always stopped him.

"For my husband, I'll do anything," Xyla replied sweetly.

"How about we... you know, right here in the plane?" Damian teased with a mischievous smirk.

Xyla quickly glanced around, nervous. "Oh my God! You're unbelievable! What if a flight attendant walks by?"

But deep down, she was tempted. The first time they did it after marriage was unforgettable, especially with Damian's skills in bed.

"No one's gonna know, it's private here," Damian whispered with that cheeky smile.

Xyla's face showed confusion, torn between saying yes or no. Her funny expression made Damian burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! Look at your face, so cute!"

"Ugh! So you're just making fun of me?!" Xyla pouted, annoyed.

Then suddenly, she grabbed his collar and kissed him passionately. Damian was caught up in the moment right away.

"You sure you wanna do it here?" Damian asked, looking at her with pleading eyes.

"Of course. This is payback for teasing me!" Xyla shot back firmly.

But just as things got heated, a tapping sound interrupted them. Xyla quickly stopped and fixed her clothes. Damian was dumbfounded, not knowing why she suddenly stopped.

"Why did you-" Before he could finish, a flight attendant showed up.

"Excuse me, sir, ma'am..." she said, her tone not so friendly.

"Oh, right~" Damian straightened himself up, pretending to be calm, even though he looked guilty like someone caught red-handed.

He and the flight attendant exchanged a silent look, one that felt... loaded.

"Would you like some salad? Our airline serves the best one," the pretty flight attendant said, puffing her chest a bit on purpose.

Her face was cold, not friendly at all.

"Yeah, sure," Xyla answered.

The attendant was about to leave, but Xyla stopped her.

"Oh, and fries too, please," Xyla added casually while flipping through a magazine on her lap.

The attendant's face turned even colder.

"Don't be so grumpy. I know you're still single, so don't be jealous," Xyla teased her with an unimpressed look.

"Ugh! Why so annoying? Since when did you two get married, huh?! Why didn't you tell me? And now we meet here?!" the flight attendant snapped at Xyla.

Damian froze, confused. Do they know each other?

"Hehe... I didn't tell you on purpose. I mean, I said I was getting married before, but you wouldn't have come anyway, right?" Xyla replied while sneaking a glance at the name tag.

Ivy Albert.

A tall, beautiful woman-an old friend of Xyla's from their high school days in California.

"Well, you can see why. My job's crazy busy, flying all the time. I barely go home once a year," Ivy said.

"Come on, you should take a break sometimes," Xyla said casually.

Damian stayed silent. How the hell did his girlfriend's friend end up being his wife's friend?

"Anyway, this is my husband, Damian. And Damian, this is Ivy, my high school friend from California," Xyla introduced.

Damian and Ivy exchanged polite greetings, pretending not to know each other.

"How come I never heard about this friend of yours?" Damian asked, throwing a quick glance at Ivy.

"Well, duh. She's always flying. I even offered her a job at my dad's company, but she refused and went to flight school instead," Xyla explained.

Ivy just grinned. "It's called chasing dreams."

She came from a humble family, but her hard work got her a full scholarship for flight attendant school.

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-Lisbon Airport-

It was already 9 p.m. local time. Xyla and Damian were sitting at the waiting area, waiting for their ride.

"Babe, I need to go to the restroom for a sec," Damian excused himself.

"Okay."

He put a scarf around her neck so she wouldn't feel too cold in the autumn breeze.

"I'll be right back," Damian said, brushing her cheek before leaving.

He walked away quickly, glancing back once or twice.

When he reached near the restroom-

"Damian!" a woman's voice called out.

A flight attendant rushed toward him, dragging her big luggage.

Ivy Albert.

She ran straight into his arms, hugging him tight. Their lips met briefly before they hugged again.

"Damian, I missed you," Ivy said softly.

"I missed you too."

"Liar!" Ivy pouted, pushing his chest lightly.

"I'm serious, Ivy."

"Then why did you marry Xyla?" she asked with a sulky face.

"Babe, you know why. You know our plan, right?" Damian coaxed her, holding her hand.

"Just wait a little longer, and I'll give you everything," he promised, sliding a ring onto her finger.

Ivy gasped when she saw it-a diamond ring with a small stone, sparkling under the lights.

"I'll get you a bigger one next time," Damian said.

Ivy's smile widened as she admired the ring.

"Oh yeah, why didn't you ever tell me that you and Xyla were friends?" Damian asked.

"Why would I? No point in that," Ivy replied, still staring at her hand.

"By the way... have you slept with her yet?" Ivy asked suspiciously.

"If I wanna have kids with her, then of course I gotta sleep with her, right?" Damian answered casually.

Ivy's face turned sour. "Annoying," she muttered.

"Don't worry. As long as I don't fall in love with her," she warned.

"Relax. My love's only for you," Damian assured her.

Then Ivy pulled him toward a restroom that was under maintenance.

"What are we doing here?" Damian asked once they got inside.

Ivy began unbuttoning her uniform. "Obviously... having fun with what you got down there," she smirked, glancing at his pants.

Damian chuckled with meaning. "Alright then, if that's what you want." He lifted her onto the sink.

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Finally, Xyla and Damian arrived at the five-star hotel Xyla had booked long before their wedding.

"How is it? Do you like the view?" Xyla asked with a sweet smile.

"Of course, babe. Thank you for making my dream come true," Damian said, kissing her forehead gently.

"As long as it's for you, I'll accept anything," Xyla replied softly.

To Xyla, money didn't matter. She accepted Damian fully, even though he was just a factory worker in her family's company.

What she loved about Damian was his personality: hardworking, smart, brave, and humble. Even though he was handsome, he never felt ashamed to work as a laborer in Sinclair Corp.

"Thank you, babe. I promise I'll love you forever. Till we're old, till we close our eyes for good," Damian whispered, kissing her forehead again.

To be continued...