8-Month-Pregnant, Strapped to a Drop Tower by Him

Chapter 10

A steady stream of designer gowns and glittering jewelry arrived for Sophia.

She basked in the luxury, drunk on happiness.

Until three days later.

With the world watching through a live broadcast, Sophia, radiant in the most exquisite wedding gown, stepped into James' car.

But he didn't take her to the wedding venue.

Instead, he drove her to the blood-stained drop tower.

Sophia's smile froze the moment she saw it.

Panic flickered in her eyes as James gently but firmly coaxed her toward the ride.

"James, isn't today our wedding? Why are we here?"

His voice was eerily calm. "Emily died because of us. Consider this… an apology."

A chill ran down Sophia's spine. She clenched the massive diamond ring on her finger, forcing herself to stay composed.

But when the ride shot into the sky, her confidence shattered.

Somehow, the safety restraints had come undone.

Dangling over a hundred meters in the air, she let out a bloodcurdling scream.

The icy wind bit into her skin, but the terror in James' eyes wasn't from the cold, it was madness.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it, Sophia?" he murmured, his voice eerily soft. "You lied to me. Manipulated me. Framed Emily again and again. And for what? So I would hate her? So I would destroy her?"

Tears streaked down his face.

"Do you know how terrified she was before she died?" His voice cracked. "Emily was the one who saved me that day, not you. You stole her kindness and twisted it into a lie. If it weren't for you, I never would have treated her like that. She would still be alive."

"The fear she felt… you'll feel it a hundred, no, a thousand times over."

Sophia thrashed against the seat, her screams turning to desperate sobs.

A sickening stench filled the air as a warm liquid trickled down the tower.

She was paralyzed with fear.

James, however, only watched. Cold. Detached. Unforgiving.

When the ride finally stopped, Sophia's lifeless body hung there, her eyes frozen in terror.

Her hands, which had clawed at the restraints in a last, desperate bid to survive, were now limp, her nails torn away.

James stared at her corpse, then collapsed to his knees, wailing.

"Emily… I was wrong. Please… come back."

The only response was the horrified gasps of the onlookers.

He buried the tiny, half-knitted baby sock with me.

Day after day, he knelt before our grave, repenting.

Swearing that if there was another life, he would protect me and our child with everything he had.

Then, he turned himself in.

And as the final ###Chapter of his story was written, so was mine.

The moment his death sentence was declared, the invisible chains binding me to this world finally shattered.

I felt lighter. Freer.

In the distance, I saw them, my parents, smiling. And in my mother's arms, a tiny baby.

Tears blurred my vision as I ran toward them, throwing myself into their embrace.

At the last moment, I glanced back one final time.

James stood there, hollow, nothing but a shell of a man.

I whispered, my voice soft but resolute:

"James, I don't want your apology. I just want us to never meet again,

not in this life.

Not in any life."

Then, I turned and walked away, without ever looking back.