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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.

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

I was rushed to the hospital, but the baby couldn't be saved.


This was my fourth pregnancy, and it ended in miscarriage too.


The doctor advised me against trying to conceive again, saying my body couldn't handle it anymore.


But unlike before, this time, it was Archer who personally killed my child.


Nevertheless, all four times were related to Melody.


It turns out the redemption I thought I was seeking meant nothing to him.


Four lives for one - I've finally paid off my debt.


I pushed open the door to Ashford Manor.


This house, once filled with countless memories, now feels suffocating.


"Well, if it isn't Annie? How dare you show your face here?"


I turned around to see some of Ashford Manor's relatives standing at the doorway, their eyes full of contempt and mockery.


"Pack your things? More like you're here to collect a debt! You can't even keep a baby, yet you have the nerve to come back? What bad luck!"


"That's right, four miscarriages, who knows if it's her own doing. Archer must have been cursed in his past life to marry a woman like her."


Without a word, I walked into the bedroom and closed the door.The room remained just as I had left it, with a photo of Archer and me on the nightstand.


In the picture, we were smiling so sweetly.


I tossed the photo into the trash and began packing up my things.


Suddenly, I heard children laughing outside the door.


"Mommy, is that the lady who's had a bunch of miscarriages? Isn't she bad luck?"


"Yes, stay away from her. Don't catch her bad luck."


I never imagined that even a child could so casually mock me.


After packing up the last of my belongings, I dragged my suitcase home.


By evening, my body still ached, especially the burn areas, which felt like they were being pricked by countless needles.


He strode over to me and gently took my hand.


"How's your leg? Is your stomach still hurting?"


"I know you've been through a lot lately. I'll make it up to you."


I looked up and met his eyes, which held no warmth.


But his expression was so tender it made my heart melt.


"Of course. But first, I need you to do me a favor."


My heart instantly sank. His tenderness was just an act.


He let go of my hand and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, handing it to me."Melody's livestream needs a special performance to create buzz for her new product."


"You're the only one I trust to carry out this task."


I took the paper, which detailed the performance arrangements and requirements.


Fire dance, aerial stunts, dangerous acts - each item was fraught with risk.


"You know full well I just gave birth. My body hasn't fully recovered, and I still have burn scars on my legs. Yet you want me to perform such dangerous acts?"


He let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with obvious mockery.


"Aren't you the one who always loves to show off? This time, consider it for the sake of that barely-alive nightclub of yours. Didn't you claim the owner did you a favor? I heard he even helped dig your parents' graves."


"If you become famous, it'll reflect well on your boss too."


"Then the nightclub will be finished for good. You know I have the power to make that happen."


Archer, you're so hypocritical it makes me sick.


Your gentleness, your concern, it was all just to use me.


But for the sake of the nightclub, I have no choice.


Archer's gaze fell on my face, then swept over the scars on my body."That's hideous. Once you've recovered, I'll personally arrange plastic surgery for you."


That night, I heard a woman's murmur through my hazy consciousness.


Chapter 3