“Pretend You’re My Husband for Ten Hours!” The Terrified Woman in Seat 31A Whispered as She Slipped a Wedding Ring Onto a Stranger’s Finger—But When Her Powerful Family Revealed Why She Was Running, the Truck Driver Beside Her Said One Sentence That Changed Everything

I slowly lifted my right arm and draped it comfortably over her shoulders, pulling her closer against my side.

The man in the charcoal suit lowered his phone, his jaw tightening as he began walking slowly down the narrow aisle toward row 31.

“My name is Caleb Ross,” I whispered into her hair.

“Thank you, Caleb,” she breathed, letting out a long, ragged exhale.

“You might want to tell me what kind of storm I just walked into,” I added smoothly.

“You don’t have enough time for the full story,” she murmured back.

Julian arrived at our row before I could ask another question.