Love Leaves Me No Escape

My husband's beloved, Mu Mu, was on a plane that hit turbulence. I saved the day from the cockpit, and half an hour later we made a safe emergency landing. But my husband thought I'd deliberately flown into the turbulence to scare her. "Mu Mu is afraid of heights! How dare you put her through that? I'll make you pay a hundred times over!" He bound my hands and feet and hung me from the wing of his private jet, ordering his assistant to fly straight into every patch of turbulence we encountered. I struggled and begged for mercy, using my professional knowledge to tell him someone could die. All I got in return was his cold mockery. "Now you know someone could die? Let's see if you dare abuse your authority as a captain again!" My desperate screams were drowned out by the roar of the engines. My three-month pregnancy ended in a pool of blood that drifted away, staining the clouds red for miles. Two hours later, my husband looked at the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand and felt a moment of compassion. "Let Qin Jing come up. She can eat something before going back down to continue her punishment." No one answered. My internal organs had already been crushed by the air pressure at high altitude.