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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

Brent! Do you realize you're killing someone?!


Caught off guard, Brent was about to lash out.


Levi threw a death report into his arms.


His eyes were full of disappointment and indignation towards him.


"Do you know how much she suffered before she died?!"


"Everyone knows Jolene has a fear of heights, yet you still made her go on the drop tower! Brent, are you even human?"


"Her fear of heights triggered premature labor. Due to her improper posture and pushing, she had a five-centimeter tear in her lower body!"


"There was also massive bleeding afterwards. From the autopsy, it appears almost all the blood in her body drained out. She must have been trying to protect the baby in her final moments."


"But her hand, which had an old injury from saving you before, couldn't muster any strength. She could only watch helplessly as the child died before her eyes. Can you imagine how desperate she must have felt?"


Chapter 7