She Canceled My Train Ticket, I Booked a Private Jet — Novel

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When Liam’s girlfriend, Emily, casually cancels their carefully planned train tickets to accommodate her friend Jason, the fragile threads of their relationship begin to unravel. What was supposed to be a shared journey home for a long-awaited reunion quickly turns into an emotional battlefield. Emily's insistence that Jason, upset over his recent exam, deserves the luxury of a business-class seat leaves Liam feeling sidelined and frustrated. He’s done everything to make this trip special, yet it seems his efforts mean nothing in the face of her misplaced priorities.

As tension escalates, Liam's silent resolve hardens. He has a plan—one that involves a private jet instead of standing for hours on the train. But as he grapples with feelings of betrayal and resentment, he must also confront the reality of Emily’s expectations and Jason’s growing influence in her life. Will Liam's unexpected decision to rise above the situation lead to a dramatic shift in their dynamics, or will it only deepen the rift between them?

In this tale of love, loyalty, and self-discovery, Liam is faced with tough choices that will test not only his patience but his very sense of self. Can he reclaim his voice, or will he remain a silent bystander in a relationship that’s no longer what he thought it was?

She Canceled My Train Ticket, I Booked a Private JetChapter 1

On the eve of National Day, I pulled three all-nighters and finally managed to secure high-speed rail tickets for my girlfriend and me to go home.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly received a message from her:

“Jason’s in a bad mood, so I gave your ticket to him.”

“See if you can still get standing room tickets. It’s only seven or eight hours anyway.”

I stared at the canceled order on my phone.

After a long silence, I picked it up:

“Mom, can our private jet land directly in front of our school?”

——

There was a two-second pause on the other end.

My mom was clearly shocked by my sudden and absurd request.

But she knew me; I wasn’t the type to act on impulse.

“Sure,” she agreed at once without hesitation.

“Thank you, Mom.”

“Don’t be so formal. Talk to me when we get home.”

As soon as I hung up, Emily Walker called impatiently.

“Liam! What’s wrong with you? Why aren’t you answering?”

Her voice carried obvious irritation and blame. “It’s just a ticket, isn’t it? Do you have to be so angry? Jason’s in a bad mood, can’t you be understanding?”

I clenched my phone, my fingertips turning pale from the pressure.