Killed For His First Love

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.”