Eight Months Pregnant, My Husband Ties Me to a Free Fall Ride

My husband's pure love suddenly turns to depression, and he attempts suicide by jumping off a building.

In a fit of rage, he brings me, eight months pregnant, to a free fall ride and orders someone to forcibly tie me to it.

"If it weren't for you deliberately provoking Aria, why would she have a depressive episode and jump off a building?"

Terrified of heights, I tearfully apologize to him, begging him to let me go, and promise never to appear in front of Aria again.

But he just coldly shakes his head.

"Jolene, for the sake of the child, I won't divorce you."

"But the pain you've caused Aria, I'll make you pay back a hundred, a thousand times over!"

He sets the machine to operate for an hour, then turns and leaves.

As the free fall ride keeps rising, I struggle and scream in fear.

The moment my body becomes weightless, a hot fluid gushes out of me.

Three days later, he finally remembers me, still suspended on the free fall ride.

"Jolene, Aria is fine now. If you kneel down and apologize to her right now, I'll let you down."

What he doesn't know is that the high-hanging free fall ride has long since become a river of blood, and even the child he had been eagerly awaiting has been thrown out of my body, reduced to a pulp...