Chapter 3

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.