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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...

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

They tossed and turned on our marriage bed.


The wedding photo on the nightstand shook.


Looking at myself in the photo, so full of love, next to the cold Brent.


I realized then that even souls can cry.


But Brent, you don't have to wait until next time.


At the time, I was scared and tried to run away. He watched as I fled aimlessly, cradling my eight-month pregnant belly.


In the end, he had his bodyguards catch me. Having lost his patience, he strapped me onto the drop tower ride.


He watched as I rose higher and higher on the ride, screaming and wailing in terror.


When the warm liquid gushed between my legs, I cried and told him my water had broken, begging him to save our child.


He hesitated for a moment, but Aria weakly reminded him in his arms: "I thought Jolene's due date wasn't for another week? She does look really scared though, she wet herself before even going up. Maybe we should call it off, I'll be fine..."


The next second, Brent's face was full of disgust: "Jolene! You're disgusting, using even our child as a bargaining chip for attention. Stay up there and think about what you've done!"


A hundred meters in the air, the cold wind made my teeth chatter as the pain in my belly grew worse and worse. When I realized the child was about to be born, I desperately tried to break free from the ropes binding my hands, until I had scraped off a layer of skin and flesh, only then gaining a tiny bit of freedom.


It wasn't until the third ascent of the drop tower that I exerted myself again, finally hearing a cry like that of a small kitten.


But in my weakened state, I didn't realize that the drop tower had once again reached its peak.


I couldn't even see clearly whether my child was a boy or girl before, in the next second, they were slammed downward by the extreme weightlessness.


I frantically tried to grab him, but with the old wounds on my hands, I couldn't hold onto the child.


I cried out in heart-wrenching anguish, only able to watch helplessly as that tiny body was smashed to a pulp.


And my blood, from top to bottom, sprayed into the air, like June's flying blood.


I stopped breathing amid cries of agony.


He had gathered the city's most authoritative doctors, all to ensure that the slight scrape on Aria's arm wouldn't leave a scar.


He bought 9,999 roses, purchased a one-of-a-kind jewel from around the world, and presented them to Aria, hoping only that his frightened pure love would no longer be afraid.


And when others tried to report news of me to him, he impatiently interrupted: "Even if she's dead, it's her own fault."


....."Alright, the due date is in two days. Bring Jolene over to apologize to Aria. She was so scared she peed her pants earlier, it must be filthy. Have her clean up before she comes."


Brent held Aria on his lap as he worked.


Aria's little hands kept drawing circles on his chest. "Why don't we just let it go? I believe Jolene didn't mean it. After all, I shouldn't have come back. I just wanted to be by your side. I really didn't want to cause you two to fight over me."


Brent lovingly caught her mischievous hands. "Aria, you're my lifesaver. Just for that alone, I'll always protect you. She's my wife, and she should be understanding of you along with me. But instead, she deliberately targets you every time, trying to provoke you."


"I can't bear to think what would have happened if the firefighters hadn't rescued you in time. I might never have forgiven myself for the rest of my life."


Hearing this, a flicker of unease crossed Aria's face. She shrank her neck and fell silent.


Chapter 2