My husband's beloved first love insisted on taking the risk of piloting a helicopter. When an accident happened mid-flight, she blamed me.
At the critical moment, my husband piloted a helicopter to rescue the beauty, rushing to his beloved's side at once.
I pleaded desperately over the phone, "The helicopter has malfunctioned. Can you come rescue me first?"
But he berated me. "Xiaoxiao is carrying my child. Are you still jealous and competing with her?"
"They said your helicopter never even took off. I'm not falling for your tricks again."
He returned in triumph with his beloved in his arms, while I plunged into the abyss, never to return.
But he did not know that his beloved had switched the helicopter's identification number.
The helicopter that crashed in the remote mountains was carrying me and my unborn child.
