ความรักอันทุกข์ทรมานของคนนำร่อง: ความรักในทะเล

Jax loosened the captain's tie, pinning Selena against the floor-to-ceiling window. He tore up the plane ticket to Paris, throwing scraps of paper at her face. "Trying to escape? You should have known what would happen if you messed with me." Married for three years, this man had showered all his affection on his childhood sweetheart, his co-pilot, leaving Selena only with cold violence and the harassment of her wealthy mother-in-law. Selena was forced to look up, tears falling onto his hand, finally swallowing her last grievance. That night, a transoceanic flight crashed into the sea, Selena's name prominently listed at the top of the victims' list. Two years later, Jax lived like a walking corpse, frantically searching for her shadow at 10,000 meters altitude. His airline was in deep crisis, about to be swallowed up by foreign capital. At the signing ceremony, the doors opened, and a mysterious heiress entered, surrounded by several mixed-race male models. The woman removed her sunglasses, revealing a face identical to Selena's. She walked up to Jax in her high heels, casually slapped the acquisition contract on his chest, and said with a look of unfamiliarity and contempt, "Captain Jax, you're fired."