My Fiancee Wants Two Husbands
Language: en
The grand finale of my ten-year plan started with a violent shudder of the fuselage. We were thirty thousand feet in the air when the turbulence hit, sharp and jagged. As the oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling with a synchronized snap, my heart hammered against my ribs—not from fear of the plane going down, but from the weight of the velvet box in my pocket. I reached out, grabbing her hand instinctively. This was it. The moment I had rehearsed a thousand times in my head. “Kate,” I choked out, my voice thick with adrenaline. “As long as we land safely, I promise I’ll—” “Dan, I’m…