My Husband Asked Me to Perform a High-altitude Fire Dance

Archer's first love wanted to see an extreme performance, specifically requesting that I take the stage myself.

I said in disbelief, "I'm due to give birth in one day."

Archer interrupted me, his face full of disgust as he said:

"It's not like you haven't miscarried before. If you lose this one, you can always get pregnant again, can't you? What are you standing there for?"

With that, he tied me up 300 feet in the air. I endured the abdominal pain and completed the most dangerous fire dance.

When I landed, Archer was embracing Melody as he looked at me.

"You knew Melody has PTSD from a fire incident, yet you deliberately sprayed the flames so close? You woman, your heart is truly wicked!"

He waved for his bodyguard to bring over the flame and pressed it against my leg.

As the fire ignited, the air was filled with the sound of burning flesh.

His first love pinched her nose and said:

"Big sister looks just like a pig on fire. It warms my heart to see, and I'm not scared anymore!"

Archer only had someone put out the fire when I was barely conscious.

Then he left with his first love, striding away.

I suffered severe burns all over my body, and I lost my baby too.

Four lives for one life - the debt I owed has finally been repaid.