The Stewardess He Rejected Is The Billionaires Wife Chapter 1

Five years after we broke up, I ran into Owen Sinclair thirty thousand feet in the air.

The girl in his arms had a purple tinge to her face and was struggling to breathe. His forehead was threaded with frantic veins as he yelled:

“A doctor! Is there a doctor on board?”

I pushed past the cluster of gawking passengers and knelt down, ignoring the shock in his eyes.

“I’m the purser. I have aviation medical emergency certification.”

He immediately clamped down on my wrist, his gaze filled with panic and mistrust.

“Maya Thorne! If you have a problem with me, take it up with me. Don’t touch the child!”

He lowered his voice, the words meant only for me. “The accident five years ago—Sienna was cleared! Don’t you dare go crazy on me.”

I pulled my hand free, my fingers already expertly checking the girl’s pupils and pulse.

“Mr. Sinclair,” I said, meeting his trembling gaze head-on. “Right now, I am the most qualified person on this entire plane to save her.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. He wanted to argue, but under my steady, icy stare, he finally backed away, defeated.

Oxygen mask, emergency injection, continuous monitoring…

I executed every action with precision and speed.

It wasn't until the girl's face began to flush pink and her breathing stabilized that I let out a long breath. I stood, turning toward the rear galley.

* * *

The flight was diverted and grounded at a regional airport due to a massive thunderstorm.

All flights were canceled, and the terminal lobby was absolute chaos.

I stood on the curb, the wind wet and cold, dragging my suitcase. My rideshare app showed 99+ people ahead of me in the queue.

A black Maybach, splashing through puddles, slid silently to a stop in front of me.

The window lowered, revealing Owen’s face, a mixture of fatigue and complex emotions.

In the passenger seat, Sienna, clutching the newly awakened child, gave me a shy, timid greeting: “Maya.”

I acted as if I hadn't heard her, my eyes still glued to my phone screen.

The car door opened. Owen stepped out and strode directly toward me, roughly snatching my suitcase and tossing it into the trunk.

“You won’t get a cab in this weather.” His voice carried the same non-negotiable arrogance as always. “Don’t be difficult. Get in.”

I was half-pushed, half-shoved into the backseat.

The moment the door shut, it sealed out the wind and rain, but also trapped me in this suffocating space.

The piano music flowing from the speakers—it was the song we used to play most often when we were falling in love. Now, every note felt like a sneer at my past.

Sienna watched me carefully through the rearview mirror.

“Owen, thank goodness for Maya’s help,” she began, her voice soft and weak, before pivoting. “But I’m still a little shaken. What if… what if Maya was still angry and used that moment to…”

“Enough.” Owen snapped the command coldly.

Sienna immediately fell silent, wounded, her eyes welling up with tears.

I gave a silent, cold laugh. The same old routine. Five years, and nothing had changed.

After snapping at Sienna, Owen turned his attention to me, meeting my eyes in the rearview mirror. His tone was a blend of high-horse condescension and a thinly veiled threat.

“What happened is over. Sienna has paid for her mistakes.”

“Maya, you need to move on.”

I finally looked up, meeting his stare, and let my cold laugh escape.

“Where you two aren’t is always a better view.”

Owen's breath hitched, and a flash of embarrassment crossed his handsome face.

His gaze involuntarily slid to my left ring finger. Seeing it bare, his tense jawline seemed to relax for a brief moment. In the depths of his eyes, I caught a fleeting, almost undetectable flicker of relief.

The car smoothly entered a glittering, affluent gated community—Sinclair territory.

He had simply decided to bring me back to his family home without asking.

“Get out. Your clothes are soaked. Go inside and change, and while you’re at it, talk to my parents.”

He stopped the car, his voice a command laced with an imperceptible thread of testing.

Outside, his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair, were waiting under umbrellas, clearly having been alerted.

The moment they saw me climb out of the back seat, their faces contorted.

Mrs. Sinclair's shrill voice cut through the rain. “Why did you bring this jinx back here!”

The rain instantly soaked my uniform, chilling me to the bone.

I stood my ground, unmoving.

Owen frowned and stepped forward, trying to grab my wrist. “Don’t stand in the rain. Get inside and change!”

I violently yanked my hand away, my eyes colder than the rainy night.

“I have my own home, Mr. Sinclair. Save your concern.”

With that, I didn't look back at him, or at the mansion where I had once dreamed of a future. I turned my back and walked with finality into the endless downpour.

Behind me, I heard Sienna’s feigned cry of worry and Owen’s frustrated, complex roar.

“Maya Thorne!”

The rain blurred my vision, washing over scars that had long since healed over.

I told myself this was the last time.