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Pushed From Ten Thousand Feet By Love

Pushed From Ten Thousand Feet By Love

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1388    |    Released on: Today at 16:10

I became the timid, cowerin

ends would sneer, "Is this t

e stopped taking me anywhere his fr

s and a ruthless socialite, he forced me into

.. I can't do this," I

me-he sneered and pressed the s

nancy nonsense. This is just exposur

ripcord, the parac

out for a solid steel counterweight wei

nd was shattered to pieces. My un

ing and chatting in the VIP lounge,

ed complete

you finally see that positive pregnancy t

pte

Lane'

helicopter's door, all because he claimed my fear o

lo skydive, he would give me the six-carat p

f the open door, the biting Nevada wind ne

white from gripping

creamed over the deafe

had cramps in my stomach since this morn

, designer sunglasses on his face, d

whatsoever to

enched into that cold, disappoi

's voice came through my helmet earphon

you're a dead weight they have to carry out of charity. I'm not go

y Harrington smoothed her silk

ly, her immaculately manicured hand waving her

rightened child who bolts every time a social occasion gets uncomfortable.

, Dylan Austin and Hunter Pace, were si

shouted, holding up his

t fifty thousand dollars chartering this he

like the na

Hunter said with a laugh,

she's about to

on. The freezing wind

the man I had spent every day

his software in a dim, cold, run-down garage, I co

worked two jobs around the clock at a 24-hour

e way an executive reviews

you," I sobbed, my v

ot, I'm pregnant. I r

glanced down at the luxur

oice utterly devoid of warmth. "Don't think you can fool me with t

eally am pregnant, please-" I

s," he cut m

houlder and gave me a faint smile,

to be the lady of the Evans f

that metal handle with every last ounc

en wait for the c

ilitary boot, and drove it hard into the harness a

instantly drained t

to the desolate, vast, tan-col

instant, replaced by the sharp,

ed earth, jagged rocks, and withered s

feet!" Bradley's crackling, cold

freez

airstream, desperately trying to stead

e after wave of excruciating pai

he altimeter o

housan

housan

my right hip, seized the rubber gr

ng ha

istance came f

lossomed ab

y cutaway handle and yanked ma

ame a dull, jarring metallic

chute neve

in front of them. Now, in the air, the pack dragged my spine dow

t me at a staggering speed of over o

conds of free fall,

sky, where the helicopter had b

ally understood: Brad

gently cradled my b

" I whispered

act, the world fell

g flash of white, followed by the crisp sou

gaze sl

above the ground, looking down at

rumpled among the scattered w

apart completely unde

inside the torn main container, was n

ound tightly together with heavy-duty tape,

inventory tag: PROPERTY OF THE SUMMIT RESORT G

tended for me to le

and chatting with his friends, utterly oblivi

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Pushed From Ten Thousand Feet By Love
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“After Bradley made it big, I became the timid, cowering little wife in his circle. At cocktail parties, his friends would sneer, "Is this the nanny you brought along?" He never said a word. After that, he stopped taking me anywhere his friends would be. Until this weekend. Until, to curry favor with his wealthy partners and a ruthless socialite, he forced me into a solo skydive-to "earn" his marriage proposal. "I can't. I'm pregnant... I can't do this," I begged through my tears. Not only did he refuse to help me-he sneered and pressed the sole of his boot against my chest: "Don't try to fool me with that pregnancy nonsense. This is just exposure therapy. I will not marry a coward." When I pulled the ripcord, the parachute never opened. My parachute had long ago been swapped out for a solid steel counterweight weighing more than forty-five pounds in all. I smashed into the canyon floor and was shattered to pieces. My unborn child and I died on the spot. As a ghost, I watched Bradley laughing and chatting in the VIP lounge, mocking my "timidity and weakness." My heart died completely that day. Bradley-what will your face look like when you finally see that positive pregnancy test, and learn our baby was six weeks along?”