My Husband Forced Me to Bungee Jumping While I Was Pregnant Novel – blocked my path. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Townsend… I’m just following orders,” he said, turning his face away, avoiding my eyes. “Lynn, stop fighting. Just do this and Rosie will forgive you. Then we can go back to how things were.” Victor grabbed me tightly. I struggled and screamed, but it was useless. “Victor! What exactly do I owe her, huh? Tell me!” Slap— His hand crashed across my face.
I clutched my cheek, eyes wide in disbelief as tears hit the ground one after another. We’d been married for three years. He had never raised his hand to me. He had always been the gentle, doting husband. “If you hadn’t used your family name to marry me and push Rosie away, she wouldn’t have ended up with that bastard! She wouldn’t have suffered so much! This—this is all your fault!” Rosalie stayed quiet, sobbing quietly at the side. My body trembled with rage.
My stomach cramped hard, stealing my breath. Back then, when Victor was dying, it was Rosalie who promised to donate a kidney. But she backed out at the last second. I stepped in and gave him mine. After the surgery, he knelt outside my family home and begged my parents to let me marry him. He swore he’d love me forever. But now, here I was — being dragged like a criminal to the edge of a cliff.
He bound me with the harness, paying no mind to the life growing inside me, and shoved me onto the platform. “Rosie! Come here!” he called out. The urgency in his voice stabbed through me. He held me down, ignoring my frantic cries. “Victor, no! I’m begging you, for the baby’s sake!” But nothing swayed him. He was determined to push me off. Rosalie came closer, her expression triumphant.
She pried my fingers off the railing, and together, they shoved me off the platform. “Ahhh—!” My scream echoed into the abyss. The safety rope jerked and swung. That fragile sense of security unraveled. Terror gripped me, and my belly tightened in agony. Pain and fear consumed me as I cried and pleaded into the void.