She Falsely Reported Me As A Terrorist

I was about to cross the Atlantic with the life-saving matched targeted drug when my husband's ex-wife suddenly rushed into the aisle. With red eyes, she flashed the international distress signal, thumb tucked inside a clenched fist, to the air marshal.

My mother-in-law was clinging to life in the ICU. To seize the golden three-hour window for her surgery, I fought tooth and nail to protect the medical cooler, shoving the ex-wife into the lavatory and locking her in. I didn't waste a single second delivering the drug to the operating room.