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Kylie Banks, my boyfriend's true love, smashed a hole in the window with her high heel on the plane just to get some fresh air. Her reckless act sent the cabin pressure plummeting and plunged everyone on board into chaos. As a flight attendant, I risked everything to save the passengers, keeping the plane stable until we landed safely. When we touched down, Kylie clung to my hand, crying. "I just wanted some fresh air," she said. "Who knew the window was that fragile?" My boyfriend, Mike, the captain, immediately stepped in to defend her. "Kylie didn't mean it," he said. "She's just naive. She didn't know how serious this was." I cut him off, my voice ice‑cold. I said, "This was an aviation accident, Mike. If you cover for her, you can kiss your Crew Member of the Year award goodbye." I called the police myself. Kylie was sentenced to ten years in prison. Mike sulked for a few days, but eventually, he got over it. Soon after, he was promoted from captain to chief pilot, and I married him. During our honeymoon, he insisted on flying the plane himself. Halfway through the trip, he manually depressurized the cabin. His voice came over the intercom, calm and unnervingly steady. "Kylie just wanted some fresh air," he said. "And you sent her to prison for ten years. "Now I'll show you what it's like when you can't breathe." I clawed at the broken oxygen mask, gasping as pain and suffocation consumed me. And that was how I died. But when I opened my eyes again, everything had reset, back to that fateful flight. This time, I wouldn't intervene. This time, I'd watch and see how their nightmare ended.