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

Chapter 3

Sophia flinched slightly, her expression uneasy as she heard James's words. She pulled her shoulders in and fell silent, avoiding my gaze.

I couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.

Six months ago, Sophia, who had been living abroad, suddenly showed up out of the blue. James told me she was all alone, and without giving me a heads-up, he brought her to live with us.

At first, I didn't think much of it. Honestly, I even felt sorry for her, living by herself at such a young age must have been tough. So, I went out of my way to make her feel welcome.

But things started to get weird. One night, she poured an entire glass of red wine over her head, then dropped to her knees, bowing and begging me to spare her.

That was the moment James started looking at me differently.

He didn't give me a chance to explain, threw me up in the attic, and let me stay there for three days without food. When he finally let me out, he looked me dead in the eye and said, "Emily, you've disappointed me too much. You have no idea what Sophia means to me. If you hurt her again, even though you're my wife, you'll regret it."

After that, things just kept getting worse. James started treating me colder and colder.

I initially thought about divorcing him after the baby was born. But I never expected Sophia to jump off a building.

And the reason she did? The nasty texts and voice messages I supposedly sent her.

The words were hard to hear, but I didn't send them.

James didn't believe me.

He was so caught up in his anger and heartbreak for Sophia that his eyes were bloodshot. He didn't even care about our unborn child anymore, all he cared about was avenging her.

"Sir... Mrs. Miller... she seems... you should come see for yourself," the amusement park manager stammered.

James froze.

Then, impatience flashed across his face. "After all this time, she's still throwing a tantrum?"

The manager hesitated, clearly uncomfortable, before speaking up. "It's not that, sir... It's just that Mrs. Miller... well, she... she seems to have stopped breathing..."

James's hand holding Sophia stiffened.

There was a long, painful pause before he let out a cold laugh.

"Her tricks are getting more elaborate. Now she's pretending to be dead to avoid apologizing to Sophia? Ridiculous."

"Tell her, if she's really dead, she still has to apologize to Sophia first. Otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel!"

The manager's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, clearly frightened by James's fury. He wanted to say more but decided to back off.

Sophia gazed up at him with an innocent look, her voice soft. "James, why don't we just let it go? Emily doesn't like me and makes things hard for me, but she's still your wife. As long as I'm with you, I can handle it."

James pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her. "Sophia, you don't need to worry about that petty woman Emily. She's nothing compared to you. This time, we're going to teach her a lesson, so she knows her place."

"But..."

"It's okay, trust me."

A tear slipped down my cheek, and only then did I realize I'd been crying without even noticing.

So, is it true? Can souls really feel heartache?

James didn't say anything more, but he was clearly distracted for the rest of the time.

In less than an hour, he glanced at the door more than ten times, his focus nowhere to be found.

Finally, he slammed his laptop shut, rubbing his temples in frustration.

Totally fed up, he turned to Sophia with a soft, reassuring voice. "Sophia, I don't know what game Emily is playing, but I'm going to drag her here to apologize to you, no matter what."

As they arrived at the amusement park entrance, James marched in, determination on his face.

And there, before him, was the drop tower, streaked with blood.

The smell of iron hung heavy in the air.