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Pushed From Ten Thousand Feet By Love

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 990    |    Released on: Today at 16:10

Lane'

uised, cold iron as an unseasonable stor

s tall floor-to-ceiling windows, drowning ou

ed glass, staring out at the b

g down," Dylan muttered

ut on that mountain roa

r sofa with a yawn, scrollin

temper. After this misery, she'll finally l

e heavy double doors of t

rector of the skydiving

drenched with rain and mud, and

doorframe to steady himself, s

girl who jumped at four

ted, he slammed his glass dow

pet, buddy,"

ably walking back from the drop zone right n

screamed, nearly hysterical, h

packing staff found an empty main container in the back room - canopy

s whiskey glass, his eyes narrow

ery word carrying the oppressive weight of

you mean,

ark stumbled to the center of the

one stuffed three industrial steel barbell plates into her pack! Nearly forty-five pounds

room fell d

st, the diamond ring on her finger glin

Cecily said, her voic

Bradley can tell you that - she would

e base of the north cliff," Mark choked out, t

vered in blood... human remains scattered across a radius of forty or fifty

Hunter's hand and shattered o

ashed across Cecily's feet,

frozen for fiv

ng laugh erupted fro

eaning back against the bar, a cold,

ome in here and deliver this litt

as if looking at an i

ke! There's a dead woman at

slamming his fist hard ag

he's a spineless, hypocritical, scheming woma

is finger hard i

the cliff to fake her death! She wants me rushing out into the storm, be

ls have confirme

ed, his eyes blazing with a defe

live! Her mother's room in that Phoenix hospice costs me t

Bradley, quietly watching

s mouth about my mother, my heart felt

lled out his phone again, hit spea

voice echoed thro

ling has powered off, or is

rious growl and hit

e roared into the phone, his voice shak

miscalculated! I'm counting to sixty-if you don't walk through that door, I'm calling Phoenix Memorial Hospital ri

lass coffee table, his chest heavi

t for the storm outside still b

nd a ghostly, ice-cold

six months ago," I said

he ventilator, you were in Aspen pick

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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?”