Romance

My Pilot Fiancé Framed Me, Now I

by Arlene

A once-in-a-century blizzard slammed into Grace Harbor without warning, and we lost contact with the plane my fiancé, Cedric Vaughn, was flying.I radioed the crew from the control tower 99 times. Not a word came back.The airline put together a rescue team. I was about to sign up when a coworker stopped me."An avalanche just hit the area where the plane went down, Cassandra. You can't go out there. It's too dangerous. Cedric would never want you risking your life for him!"I pushed his hand away. My voice came out hoarse. "But he's my fiancé. We're getting married in one week!"I went into the danger zone with the search-and-rescue team.During the rescue, a piece of wreckage went clean through my shoulder. Even then, giving up never once crossed my mind.I dug for 18 hours before I finally dragged the badly injured pilot out of the wreckage.It wasn't until I wiped the blood and grime off his face that I realized it wasn't Cedric.The rescue team leader kept his eyes on the ground, unable to look at me."The truth is, Cedric secretly got another pilot to cover his flight three days ago. He went on an island getaway with Elena instead!"I didn't want to believe it. With shaking hands, I called him.It rang and rang. No one picked up.A second later, a notification popped up on my phone. Elena Marsh had posted on Instagram.In the photo, she was wearing a skimpy red bikini on a beach at sunset, kissing Cedric with his arms wrapped around her.Then I saw the caption."Cedric says what we have is true love."He's only marrying that 200-pound pig for her money. His heart belongs to me."I looked down at my torn, bloody hands and deleted his number.A plane that drifts off course can still turn back. But if Cedric's heart had picked a new destination, I knew what I had to do.I was done keeping the tower lights on for him.

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