Sabotaged at 6,000 Feet My Fiancée Killed Me For Her Lover

To help her secret lover win the Skydiving Championship, my fiancée secretly sabotaged my parachute.

I plummeted toward the open ocean at over two hundred miles per hour like a dying meteor. In my final moments, completely numb, I dialed her number using my satellite phone.

She thought I was just throwing a tantrum.

"Ethan, this trophy means nothing to you, but it’s Julian’s only chance," she snapped through the static.

"If it bothers you that much, I’ll marry you right after the competition, okay? Just let him have this."