I Confessed to My Boss During a Plane Crash

The impact of the plane’s descent sent a blazing inferno crashing over me, swallowing everything in flames.

…

When I woke, my mind was hazy, and the muffled voices of a doctor and Kian drifted into my ears.

“Psychological disorder?”

“Yes. And it doesn’t seem to be just from the plane crash. This condition has likely existed for a long time. It was only triggered recently.”

Kian answered in a low voice, “He lost his parents, and the person he was closest to is no longer here. He really hasn’t had it easy.

“You once said keeping him busy would help him forget the pain… but maybe it’s my fault. I overlooked his mental health.”

My muddled thoughts churned.

How did Kian know?

By the time I fully regained consciousness, the doctor had already left.

Kian sat silently by my bedside, watching as I stared blankly at the ceiling.

“You’re awake?”

“Mm… Kian, are you real?”

I could hardly believe it.

Everything before I blacked out felt too real—the scorching flames, the searing heat licking at my hair, and the deafening roar of the blaze.

I could still hear it.

Kian wore his usual impassive expression, his face unreadable as ever.

But his actions confused me.

He lifted my hands and pressed them against his face.

His skin was smooth, his nose sharp and defined.

Before I even realized it, I had been touching his face for far too long.

The moment it hit me, I jerked my hands away, my face burning.

My entire body tensed with discomfort.

“I’m real. Don’t be afraid,” Kian said, his voice impossibly gentle, making me almost believe, for a fleeting second, that he actually cared.

“I…”

“No need to worry about work. The doctor says you’re free to leave the hospital.

“But since there’s no one at home to take care of you… why don’t you stay at my place for now? There’s a housekeeper.”

I stared at him in shock.

He cleared his throat and added, “You are, after all, my most competent assistant.”

Just like that, the brief ripple in my heart settled.

Then, his phone rang.

Out of reflex, my eyes flicked to the screen.

The caller ID read: Angela Walsh.

Kian answered the call, and I was struck by the unexpected softness in his voice.

I remembered the back-view photo that Dolly Hills sent.

“So, that’s how it is…”

I let out a quiet, self-mocking laugh.

In the end, I still went home with Kian because I was afraid of reliving that day.

I wanted to escape from the raging inferno and suffocating despair of death.

…

Kian’s home was a luxurious penthouse in the heart of the city, sprawling over 4,000 square feet.

There were more than enough rooms, but aside from a housekeeper who came by to clean and cook dinner, the place was mostly empty.

Which meant it was just the two of us.

He refused to let me go back to work, saying I was on a mandatory two-week leave.

Dolly had replaced me as his assistant.

The anxiety made it impossible to eat.

It wasn’t until Kian reassured me multiple times that this wasn’t his way of firing me.

He genuinely just wanted me to rest, and I finally eased up.

To be honest, I wasn’t physically unwell anymore.

But my emotions had been a mess.

A constant cycle of highs and lows.

One moment, I felt light, almost happy.

The next, a wave of sorrow crashed over me.

The relentless push and pull left me wide awake every night.

I didn’t want Kian to notice.

So, every evening, I forced myself to lie still with my eyes shut, pretending to sleep.

More than once, I felt Kian enter the room.

I even went as far as faking soft snores just to convince him I was asleep and put his mind at ease.

But as the days passed and I continued to lose weight, his concern only deepened.

"You should get out for a bit, Sora. Take a trip to Maldives, maybe? A few days away might help."

"No, boss, I’m fine. I need to remove my stitches in two days. I’m feeling much better. I can go back to work."

"No. Take another two weeks off."

I hesitated, staring at him.

"Boss, you’re really not trying to fire me, right? Or is something going on at the company…?"

I didn’t finish the sentence.

Because by now, I had seen too many of the photos Dolly kept posting in the company chat—photos of Kian and that woman.