During the Crash, My Pilot Husband Escaped with His First Love

When the plane was going down, my husband, the captain, looked at me and his true love with a troubled expression.

Without hesitation, I handed them the last parachute.

In my previous life, after weighing his options again and again, my husband gave the parachute to me, though I was pregnant, and stayed behind on the plane that was about to crash, intending to die alongside his true love.

But the ending he imagined never came to pass. His true love died in the crash, while he survived.

From then on, my husband stayed by my side every day, eagerly awaiting the birth of our child.

I was overjoyed, but on the day our baby turned one month old, he smothered the child to death right in front of me.

“If you hadn’t insisted on coming along, there would have been one more parachute on the plane.”

“You caused the death of the person I loved most. Today, I’ll make you feel that same pain!”

Devastated, I took him down with me.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the plane crash.