Charles Wentworth froze , clearly not recognizing the man before him , still pointing at me , every word laced with arrogance . "Yes ! It's her ! If it weren't for me keeping calm , this plane would've gone down because of her ! " The man didn't even acknowledge him . Instead , he drew an ID from the inside pocket of his suit jacket and held it up . " Richard Alden , Director of Safety , AeroCorp Headquarters . " . " These gentlemen are safety auditors from the International Aviation Safety Board . " " This flight was part of an anonymous inspection . " The color drained from Charles's face in an instant . His jaw clenched , his muscles twitched violently , but no words came out . The foreign auditors ' expressions were a mixture of shock and outrage . One of them spoke sharply in English . ར་ " Mr. Alden , this was the most terrifying and unprofessional flight I have ever experienced . This wasn't an accident - it was an attempted mass murder . " I stepped forward then , unhurried , and handed Richard my work tablet along with the discreet recorder pen that had been running the entire time . "Director Alden , here is my complete record of all anomalies during this flight , logged in my capacity as purser . It contains timestamps , altitude and speed data , and - most importantly - the cockpit channel recordings . " I paused, my gaze cutting straight to Charles , pinning him pale and rigid . " In addition , I, Evelyn Hart , am filing an official report against Captain Charles Wentworth and trainee co - pilot Sophie Carlisle . They committed serious violations in flight , willfully disregarding safety and putting the lives of 327 passengers and crew at risk . " " And after the fact , they attempted to frame and slander colleagues to cover their misconduct . " Richard Alden skimmed the dense records on the tablet , his face darkening with fury. When he looked up , his eyes carried the weight of final judgment . Chapter5 5.21 % He flicked a hand toward the airport police already waiting nearby . " Detain both of them . Immediately . " " Hold them in isolation for investigation . " " Seal the flight data recorder , the cockpit voice recorder , and every crew communication device on this aircraft . Effective immediately - no one touches anything . " Two officers stepped forward at once , the click of handcuffs echoing as the cold metal clamped around Charles and Sophie's wrists . Sophie's knees buckled , and she collapsed to the floor , wailing uncontrollably . " It wasn't me ! I had nothing to do with it ! He forced me ! " Charles , however , fixed his eyes on me . His stare brimmed with venom and disbelief , as though he couldn't comprehend how I had turned the tables . Chapter6 The rest of the crew and I were put up at a hotel near the airport while the investigation continued . When Michael Reed passed my door , he didn't say a word - just gave me a heavy nod . Gratitude and respect filled his eyes . I knew then that we were on the same side . The incident snowballed fast . Charles Wentworth and Sophie Carlisle's families started pulling strings inside the company . They bought off some media outlets and unleashed a smear campaign . Some reports called it " sudden mechanical failure " or blamed " extreme , unavoidable weather . " Others suggested I - Evelyn Hart - was " mentally unstable , delusional , " that I'd struck out of spite over a failing marriage . The internet erupted with rumors and speculation . I ignored it all and quietly cooperated with the investigation , going over my recorded data and the cockpit audio again and again . A few days later , someone I never expected showed up at my hotel room . Charles had been temporarily released on bail . བས He looked wrecked - stubbled , hollow - eyed , none of his former swagger left . The moment he stepped in he reached for my hand ; I turned away and avoided him . He forced a smile that was worse than a sob . " Evie ... " he croaked - using the pet name he'd always used - his voice hoarse with an affectation of remorse . "I know I was wrong . I was ... mesmerized . That ... that Sophie tricked me . Please forgive me . We're still married . Don't do this to me . Withdraw the charges . Come home . Let's just live our lives . " He played the guilt card , like he thought a few practiced lines would melt me back into the docile fool I once was . I watched him with the detached amusement you'd give a washed - up actor fumbling on stage . Nothing in me stirred - not even anger . Only a quiet , incredulous pity . This was the man I had loved for ten years , the man I had once died for . I didn't answer . Instead , I turned and dropped a stack of printed photographs on the table . They were of Charles and Sophie - together in compromising , intimate shots . at a resort pool overseas , in the passenger seat of his Porsche , even in the underground parking garage building . Each photo landed like a hard slap . Chapter6 under our 6.25 % Color drained from his face - remorse evaporated into shock and shock was draining him to a sickly pale . " You ... you investigated me ? " "Married ? " I said at last , my voice flat and unsurprised . " Charles , do you really think I'd still fall for your lies ? " I asked . His pupils narrowed as if I'd spoken nonsense . I ignored his stunned bluster and produced another document from my bag - a divorce agreement I had drafted long ago. I pushed it across the table . " Sign , " I said . " We had a prenup , " I reminded him . " It states that if either party causes the other to suffer substantial reputational or financial damage through professional misconduct or moral turpitude , the offending party forfeits all claims and leaves empty - handed . " " You tell me - playing with hundreds of lives , is that a ... substantial offense ? "