Pushed From Ten Thousand Feet By Love

“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?”