That's the novel I was hooked on. Apparently, it was filmed into a movie before. That famous guy I forgot what's his name, yeah, he starred in it. I am bad with names and faces, to the dismay of my friends :(
Neways. Ms A is married to Mr A. Mr B is married to Ms B with a five year old kid. Ms A and Mr B met on a plane and fell in love instantaneously. Despite being married. The soulmates kinda thing; just sucky timing. They had an affair for more than a year, then Ms A found out she's pregnant, with Mr B's child. Uh huh. So they planned a trip to Miami the day after xmas to discuss about how they were going to break the news to their spouses.
The plane crashed. Everyone died. But because their tickets were bought under the names of Mr and Mrs Calvin Malboro (after Calvin Klein and the famous cigg brand, diaonz), the cops couldn't identify them. Their spouses didn't know they were on the plane. Ms A was supposed to be in LA. Mr B said he was flying to Paris. Until a smart detective took the keys from both the corpses and found the perfect match.
The keys to the apartment where they have their daily trysts.
So, the spouses were called in to collect the bodies. They were dumbfounded; had no clue their other halves were cheating on them. They were under the impression that their marriages were perfect. And now, that security blanket is snatched away cruelly. Instead of mourning their deaths, they burned with hatred for the betrayal and plotted to find the apartment. The only key to solving the whole mystery. To unravel the web of lies.
In the end, they fell in love, too. And finally forgave their cheating dead spouses. Tragic, huh?
Love is a gift; it's a disaster. Love is the breath of life~
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