My husband’s first love suddenly had a depressive episode and jumped from a building. In a fit of rage, he dragged me, eight months pregnant, to a drop tower ride, ordering someone to forcibly strap me in. “If you hadn’t deliberately provoked Scarlett, why would she have a depressive episode and jump?” Suffering from acrophobia, I tearfully apologized to him, begged him to let me go, and promised I would never appear before Scarlett again. But he just shook his head coldly. “Evelyn, for the sake of the child, I won’t divorce you.” “But the pain you caused Scarlett, I’ll make you repay it a hundred, a thousand times over!” He had them set the ride to run for an hour, then turned and left. As the drop tower slowly climbed higher, I struggled and screamed in terror. The moment my body lost all sense of gravity, a warm gush of fluid rushed out of me. Three days later, he finally remembered me, still suspended on the drop tower. “Evelyn, Scarlett is fine now. If you kneel and apologize to her, I’ll let you down.” What he didn’t know was that the high-flying drop tower was already drenched in blood, and the child he had long anticipated had been violently thrown from my body, reduced to a bloody mess…
“This morning, Dr. Miller called me. He said that woman didn’t go for her prenatal check-up. What new trick is she trying to pull to get my attention?” Asher Thorne spoke, his brows tightly furrowed, a flicker of disgust in his eyes. Mr. Henderson, the old butler standing by, paled slightly and spoke with a trembling voice, “Sir, Madam… I don’t think she’s been let down yet. And Madam has acrophobia; she doesn’t even dare go out onto the second-floor balcony normally. She’s also in her late pregnancy. What if something happens?” Hearing this, Asher’s expression paused, then he asked, puzzled, “Is that so? Evelyn has acrophobia?” Without waiting for the butler to finish, he waved his hand dismissively, “It’s just a drop tower, not a real jump. Let her feel scared; maybe then she won’t bully Scarlett again.” At this, the old butler dared not say more. The amusement park manager, however, couldn't help but interject, “But three days ago, Madam was crying hysterically at first, and then there was no sound at all. She’s carrying your child, sir; that’s your flesh and blood. Don’t you want to check on Madam…?” Asher’s expression instantly shifted from understanding to contempt. “I knew she was faking her acrophobia. How else could she make no sound at all while sitting on a drop tower? Evelyn is as calculating as ever. Fine, let her stay on the drop tower for another day. Tomorrow, bring her to Scarlett to kneel and apologize, and we can put this behind us.” With that, he waved his hand, cutting off the manager’s next words, and walked towards the bedroom. On our marital bed, Scarlett Vance lay half-naked. Asher gently walked to her side, his Adam’s apple bobbing. The next second, he leaned down and kissed her swollen lips. The person on the bed moaned, opening her eyes. Gently, she tried to push Asher away. “Asher, this is your and Evelyn’s marital bed. Evelyn will be heartbroken if she finds out.” “And about what happened earlier, Asher, I just love you too much. I thought if I died, Evelyn wouldn’t cause trouble for you because of me anymore. I never wanted you to punish her for my sake. How about I go apologize to Evelyn?” Scarlett bit her lower lip, looking sad and remorseful. Just as expected, seeing Scarlett like this, Asher couldn’t hold back anymore: His large hand roughly massaged Scarlett’s breasts, and he flipped her over, pinning her beneath him. “Scarlett, you’re just too kind. If it weren’t for you back then, I’d be dead. Even your acrophobia is from saving me. When I think of someone as gentle and kind as you being pushed to jump by Evelyn, my heart aches. If there’s a next time, even if she’s carrying my child, I’ll make her pay with her life…” Asher tenderly kissed the small scratches Scarlett had from her fall, his eyes filled with heartache.
The two of them were intimate on my marital bed. The wedding photo by the bedside shook. Looking at the picture of myself, full of deep affection, and a cold Asher. I realized then that even souls have tears. But Asher, you don’t need to wait for a next time. Because… I was already dead. At that time, I, terrified, wanted to run. He watched, eyes wide open, as I, clutching my eight-month pregnant belly, scurried around like a headless chicken. Finally, he ordered his bodyguards to drag me back. Losing patience, he pinned me to the drop tower and strapped me in. He watched, eyes wide open, as I screamed and wailed in terror as the drop tower ascended higher. When the gush of fluid came from my lower body, I cried, telling him my water broke, begging him to save our child. He hesitated for a moment, but Scarlett, nestled in his arms, softly reminded him, “I thought Evelyn’s due date wasn’t for another week? But she does look really scared. She even wet herself before going up. Maybe just let it go? I’m fine…” The next second, Asher’s face was filled with disgust. “Evelyn! You’re truly sickening, using our child as a bargaining chip for attention. You stay up there and reflect!” A hundred meters up, the cold wind made my teeth chatter, and my stomach pain grew worse. Realizing the baby was about to be born, I desperately tried to break free from the ropes binding my hands, until I tore off a layer of skin, gaining a tiny bit of freedom. It wasn't until the third ascent of the drop tower that I tried again with all my might and finally heard a kitten-like cry. But, utterly weak, I didn't realize that the drop tower had already reached the very top again. I didn’t even get a clear look, couldn't tell if my baby was a boy or a girl. The next second, due to extreme weightlessness, she plunged downwards. I frantically tried to grab her, but with old injuries on my hands, I couldn’t hold onto the child. I screamed and cried heartbrokenly, only able to watch that tiny body fall and turn into a bloody mess. And my fresh blood, from top to bottom, streamed through the air, like a bloody rainfall in June. I stopped breathing amidst my painful screams. And what was Asher doing then? He gathered the city’s most renowned doctors, all just to ensure Scarlett’s minor arm scratches wouldn’t leave a scar. He bought 9,999 roses, snapped up a one-of-a-kind piece of jewelry, and presented it to Scarlett, simply hoping his frightened first love would no longer be scared. And when others tried to report news of me to him, he impatiently interrupted, “Even if she died, she brought it upon herself.” ……. “Alright, her due date is in two days. Bring Evelyn over to apologize to Scarlett. She was so scared she wet herself earlier; she must be filthy. Make sure she cleans up before she comes.” Asher worked with Scarlett sitting on his lap. Scarlett’s small hand drew circles on his chest. “Maybe just let it go? I believe Evelyn didn’t mean it. After all, I shouldn’t have come back. But I just wanted to be by your side; I really didn’t want you two to fight because of me.” Asher lovingly caught her mischievous hand. “Scarlett, you’re my savior. For that alone, I will always protect you. She is my wife, and she should tolerate you with me. Yet she deliberately targets you and provokes you every time.” “I can’t even imagine, if the fire department hadn’t saved you in time, I might never forgive myself in this lifetime.” Hearing this, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across Scarlett’s face. She shrunk her neck and said no more.
My lips curved into a bitter smile. Six months ago, Scarlett, who had been abroad, suddenly returned. Asher said she was alone and helpless, and without a word, brought her to live with us. At first, I didn't think much of it. I even felt it was hard for a young woman and took care of her in every way. Until one time, she poured a glass of red wine over her own head, then knelt and repeatedly kowtowed to me, begging me to let her go. After that, Asher’s gaze towards me began to change. That day, he completely ignored my explanations, threw me into the attic for three days without food, and sternly warned me, “Evelyn, you’ve disappointed me too much! Scarlett’s significance to me is beyond your imagination. If you target Scarlett again, even if you are my wife, I will make you pay the price.” Such incidents occurred repeatedly afterwards, and Asher’s gaze towards me grew colder and colder. I had originally planned to divorce Asher after the baby was born. But I never expected Scarlett to suddenly jump from a building. And the culprit behind her jump was the abusive messages and vicious voice mails I supposedly sent her. Those words were indeed hard to accept, but they weren't mine. But Asher didn't believe me. His heart ached for Scarlett, to the point of redness in his eyes. He even disregarded our unborn child, determined to avenge his beloved. “Sir… Madam… she seems to be… you should really go see for yourself.” Asher froze. Then, his face filled with impatience. “After all this time, she still dares to throw a tantrum?!” The amusement park manager hesitated, finally saying with difficulty, “No, sir, it’s just that Madam… seems to have stopped breathing…” Asher’s large hand, embracing Scarlett, stiffened. After a few seconds of silence, he smiled indifferently. “Her methods of escaping punishment are getting more elaborate. To avoid kneeling and apologizing to Scarlett, she’s even thought of faking her death?!” “Tell her, even if she’s dead, she has to apologize to Scarlett first! Otherwise, don’t blame me for being unkind!” Cold sweat began to trickle down the amusement park manager’s forehead. He wanted to say more, but seeing Asher’s furious face, he eventually retreated. Scarlett looked up innocently. “Asher, maybe just let it go? Even though Evelyn doesn’t like me and makes things difficult for me, she is still your wife. As long as I can be by your side, I can bear it.” Asher held her tighter. “Scarlett, you don’t need to be afraid of Evelyn, that narrow-minded woman. She can’t compare to a single strand of your hair. This time, I’ll teach her a lesson so she’ll know her place in the future.” “But…” “Alright, just listen to Asher. You can’t go wrong.” A tear fell on the back of my hand, and only then did I realize that, at some point, I had been crying profusely. Do souls also feel pain? Asher said no more, but for the rest of his work, he was restless. In the span of an hour, he casually glanced towards the door no less than ten times. Finally, he slammed his laptop shut, rubbing his hair in frustration. Completely out of patience, he gently coaxed Scarlett, “Scarlett, I don’t know what Evelyn is up to. I’ll go grab her now and make her apologize to you.”
Arriving at the entrance of the amusement park. He strode inside. Before he even got close, he saw the blue drop tower stained with blood. The smell of blood still lingered in the air. He covered his nose. “Why does it smell so bad? What exactly is Evelyn up to?!” The amusement park manager, hearing this, had cold sweat pouring down his forehead. “Sir, why don’t you see for yourself…” He stepped aside. Revealing me, covered by a white sheet, and a small, white-sheeted lump. Asher’s large hand hovered between the two white sheets. Unconsciously, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. I clutched my chest, anticipating what he would see next, my heart aching to the point of suffocation, yet I couldn't tear my gaze away. Finally, he reached for the tiny lump. The moment he lifted the sheet, a sharp scream came from behind him. “Asher, why did you bring a dead cat’s body over?!” Scarlett shrieked, burrowing into Asher’s arms. Asher’s still-panicked face froze, then quickly seemed to snap back to reality, kicking the child’s body away. He then ordered someone to find a few stray dogs, and the beasts, smelling meat, swarmed over. I screamed and lunged forward, but I couldn’t do anything. I wildly questioned him, tore at him, but it was useless. I was just a soul now; no matter how much pain I felt, no one could see it. But I was truly unwilling! What did I do wrong?! What did my child do wrong?! Looking at the remnants on the ground, a malevolent glint flashed in Scarlett’s eyes. “Stop playing tricks! Where is Evelyn?! Where is she?!” “Wasn’t it enough that she provoked Scarlett into jumping? Now she’s using a dead cat’s body to scare her! I never knew she was so vicious!” “Evelyn, aren’t you most concerned about your child? If you don’t come out now, after the baby is born, we’ll divorce, and you won’t win custody! You’ll never see your child again in this lifetime!” I sank to the ground, crying and laughing blankly. Yes, my parents were gone. Asher had also betrayed me. The only thing I cared about most was this child. But she was killed by her own father, and in the end, her body was completely gone! Asher Thorne! You will go to hell! He shouted furiously, demanding I get out. But no one responded to him. Finally, the amusement park manager bit the bullet and walked over, slowly pulling back the white sheet covering my body, and stammered, “Sir, Madam is right here! As for the child, you just fed her to the stray dogs…”
? Continue the story here ?? ? Download the "NovelMaster" app ? search for "418484", and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster