On Mother’s Day, my husband, who is the chief designer of extreme sports projects, was celebrating the completion of a new venture. His childhood friend, Emily, suggested I try the newly opened extreme zip line across the canyon to “bless the project with good fortune.” Being nine months pregnant, I firmly declined for the safety of our child, but Emily only laughed. “The new project is exceptionally safe. As Ethan’s wife, you should support his career. If you refuse, aren’t you undermining him?” Ethan, shockingly, agreed with her and dismissed my fears and pleas. “The whole project is my design—it’s absolutely safe. Think of it as a unique prenatal experience for our ‘child.’” The stress from the extreme activity caused me to bleed. Emily dismissively remarked that I was merely on my period and at my age, it was disgraceful. While I hung suspended in agony, he was in the control room laughing and chatting with Emily. Eventually, I lost the child, and he lost his mind. “I’m sorry, ma’am!” the waiter said, flustered. “It’s okay,” I forced a smile, but when I looked up, Ethan was frowning at me. He was holding Emily at “Emily Canyon,” engaging with a group of investors. He turned and scolded me. “Sophie, can’t you be more careful?” I opened my mouth but couldn’t muster a response. Emily took Ethan’s arm and handed me a tissue with her other hand. “Don’t worry, sister-in-law.” “Today is a big day for ‘Emily Canyon.’ Ethan has a surprise planned for you!” “What kind of surprise?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly with tension. Emily led me to the viewing platform, pointing to the silver cable stretched above the canyon. “Ethan said, as the founder’s wife, you should be the first to experience our flagship project, the extreme zip line, to bring good fortune to it.” I instinctively withdrew my hand, staring at Ethan in disbelief. “Are you crazy? I’m nine months pregnant!” He frowned, his gaze shifting nervously between me and the investors. “Sophie, don’t make a scene.” “The doctor advised against any high-risk activities!” My voice quivered with fear. “Are you saying you don’t trust our safety measures?” Emily’s voice suddenly took on an emotional tone, “Or do you think the project named after me is cursed?” Ethan’s expression darkened, his fingers clenched into a fist. “Sophie, don’t ruin this.” “I’m not unsupportive,” I explained desperately, “but you know my situation…” “Today is Mother’s Day. Isn’t it the perfect time to experience motherhood? Emily means well,” he smiled. He wasn’t talking about our unborn child, but about “Emily Canyon.” “No, I won’t take that risk!” I instinctively stepped back. Ethan’s smile vanished as he grabbed my wrist. “Sophie, don’t make me look bad.” He lowered his voice, threatening. “Are you insane? This is our child!” I struggled to pull away. He pulled me closer, whispering in my ear, “If you keep this up, I’ll make you regret it later.” Emily gently pushed me from behind. “Don’t be afraid, sister-in-law. I’ll ensure the staff gives you the safest double protection.” Her hand pressed lightly against my waist. I was half-dragged, half-carried to the zip line platform. Tears blurred my vision as the staff approached to strap me into safety gear. “Ethan, please don’t do this to me…” My voice choked. He just looked at me coldly. “Stop pretending. It’s all for work.” Emily smiled sweetly beside me. “Sister-in-law, you’re so brave. You’ll bring good fortune to our project.” My legs shook. The sound of the safety belt locking felt like a countdown to disaster. I looked down at my swollen belly, overwhelmed with unprecedented fear and despair. “I’ve carried this child for nine months, I’m about to give birth… Please don’t…” Ethan turned and walked to the control room without a glance back. Emily whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry, sister-in-law, you’ll be free soon.”
The staff secured me at the zip line’s starting point, the tightening belt pressed painfully against my belly, making it hard to breathe. My hands and feet were cold, trembling almost uncontrollably. “Ethan, please, don’t do this. Think of our child…” I tried one last time, my voice barely audible through the tears. “Xixi is still so small, he can feel my fear, it will harm him.” I gently rubbed my high belly, hoping the name Xixi would awaken some sense of fatherly responsibility in him. Ethan frowned. “Don’t use the child as an excuse.” “Think of it as a special prenatal lesson for ‘Xixi,’ letting him feel the thrill of the world early.” My heart constricted painfully; this man was a stranger now, and my last hope crumbled. Emily came over, her smile sweet as she adjusted my clothes. “Sister-in-law, don’t be afraid. We’re all here watching.” “Enjoy this ‘special’ love.” A wave of dizziness hit me, and a dull ache began in my stomach, a foreboding sense rising within me. Ethan impatiently checked his watch, loudly ordering the staff. “Hurry up, don’t waste time. The investors are waiting for the demonstration!” Emily stood next to me, “accidentally” bumping my pocket. The bottle of prenatal medication I carried fell, the white pills scattering everywhere. “No!” Ethan heard the noise but only shot me a cold glare. “What’s all this fuss now?” His tone was full of irritation. “The medicine… my prenatal medication…” My voice trembled, pointing to the ground. “Don’t worry, sister-in-law, I’ll help you pick it up.” Emily pretended to squat down but deliberately kicked the bottle further away. It rolled to the platform’s edge, precariously close to falling off. “Oh, sorry.” She leaned close to my ear, ensuring only I could hear. “Sister-in-law, these are useless now.” Suddenly, a sharp pain twisted in my belly. “Ethan, my stomach hurts, something’s wrong, we need to go to the hospital…” Ethan waved dismissively. “Stop pretending, it’s always the same. Do you think I’m stupid?” He didn’t believe me at all, turning to comfort Emily with a smile. “Ignore her, she’s just being dramatic.” Emily nodded with feigned grievance, her hand subtly supporting Ethan’s arm. The staff smirked, continuing to adjust the equipment, ignoring my cries for help. The investors watched as if it were a show; no one spoke up for me. I watched Ethan’s back, the man who once said he would give up everything for me. The man who proposed to me that night, swearing to give me the world. Somewhere along the way, his eyes no longer held room for me or our child. Ironically, our child is named Xixi, while the project is called “Emily Canyon.” Even the names are so similar, yet he carelessly divided them between two different “children.” The staff signaled to Ethan that everything was ready. Ethan nodded and walked to the control room. Emily waved at me cheerfully, as if bidding farewell. “Sister-in-law, enjoy yourself. Ethan and I will watch you from the control room.” The timer started counting down, and my fear reached its peak. “Ten, nine, eight…” I closed my eyes, the pain in my belly growing more intense. “Three, two, one!” The zip line launched, propelling me into the void above the canyon. As the weightlessness hit, a warm sensation flowed down my leg. I looked down to see a streak of red staining my dress.
As I sped through the air, I clutched my belly, tears whipped away by the wind. “Help! My child!” I screamed, my voice torn by the wind. A searing pain tore through my abdomen, and I was horrified to feel a warm flow between my legs. Looking down, my white dress was stained with shocking red. My water had broken. Suspended mid-air, I continued flying at high speed, the violent jostling making it hard to breathe. Through teary eyes, I saw Emily nestled in Ethan’s arms in the control room. They watched the screen showing my struggle, Emily whispering something. Ethan actually smiled, raising a champagne glass with the investors. My voice screamed hoarsely, “Ethan! Save the child!” No one responded. The blood flowed more, dizziness sweeping over me. Below, tourists gathered, some pointing, noticing something wrong. My mind began to blur, the pain in my abdomen like a thousand arrows. The zip line slowly reached the end, I had no strength to move. But no one came to receive me. The zip line automatically returned, dragging me back to the start, pushing me into the air again. Second round. My blood fell mid-air like red raindrops. In the control room, Emily feigned surprise, “Oh, is sister-in-law on her period?” Ethan frowned, disgusted, “So careless at this age, so dirty.” Saying that, he held Emily’s waist, leaving with the investors. They went to celebrate the successful launch of “Emily Canyon.” I wasn’t discovered by the staff until the ninety-ninth round.
“Awake?” A nurse, a stranger, approached the bed cautiously. Her eyes avoided mine, not daring to look directly. I knew. “The child wasn’t saved,” the doctor entered, his voice low. “It was a boy, fully formed, but…” “I don’t want to hear the details,” I interrupted him. Ethan frowned in disgust and commented, “A grown adult should know better; that’s just messy.” With that, he wrapped his arm around Emily’s waist and left the control room with the investors, heading off to celebrate the successful launch of “Emily Canyon.” I wasn’t found by the staff until the ninety-ninth lap. 4 “You’re awake?” a nurse approached the hospital bed cautiously, avoiding eye contact. I understood. “The baby didn’t survive,” the doctor entered with a somber tone. “It was a boy, fully developed, but…” “I don’t want to hear the details,” I interrupted, my voice eerily calm, even to myself. “About the body…” the doctor hesitated. “Just take care of it,” I said. He paused, “And your husband…” “I said, take care of it.” “Alright, I’ll need you to sign this.” He handed me a document. My hand was steady as I signed. “Sophie!” Ethan burst through the door, eyes red. I turned my head to look at him silently. “How could this happen?” His voice shook, “Weren’t you always healthy?” I didn’t answer. “Did you never want this child?” he suddenly raised his voice. I felt numb. “Sophie, say something!” He paced anxiously. Emily followed closely, her eyes red and swollen, as if she’d been crying. “Sister-in-law, I’m so sorry…” she choked. “It’s all my fault for suggesting the zip line. I never imagined this would happen…” Her tears fell, quite the performance. “Ethan, I feel so guilty…” she collapsed into Ethan’s arms. He instinctively held her, then quickly let go, realizing it was inappropriate. “Sophie, don’t be like this,” Ethan approached the bedside, “We can have another child. The important thing is not to damage the company’s image.” I finally looked at him. “Ethan,” my voice was hoarse, “You killed your own child.” His face turned pale. “What nonsense is this?” I slowly pulled a USB drive from under the pillow. “This contains the entire zip line footage, including what you did in the control room.” Ethan’s expression changed, “What footage?” “Did you forget? Every corner of ‘Emily Canyon’ is monitored, including the control room.” Seeing his panic-stricken eyes, I felt a small sense of satisfaction for the first time. “You claimed to want the best for me and the baby, naming the canyon after your lover, while our child was named Xixi.” “You let a woman nine months pregnant go on an extreme zip line. When my water broke and I was bleeding uncontrollably, you were in the control room celebrating with champagne.” Ethan’s face turned ashen, “You’re defaming me!” Emily backed away in panic, “Sister-in-law, you can’t do this…” I took a document from the bedside table and threw it at Ethan with all my strength. “Before you worry about the company’s image, take a look at this!” Ethan impatiently bent down to pick it up, his expression shifting from disdain to shock in just three seconds. “What is this?” “We’ve been married for three years with no children.”
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