My Husband Forced Me on the Drop Tower While Pregnant

At that time, Steven had rushed to the hospital like a madman.

He held me tightly, his eyes bloodshot as he pointed at my ex-boyfriend and Anne, shouting furiously.

"Don't you know she's pregnant? How could you make a pregnant woman ride a drop tower? You're murderers, and I'll never forgive you!"

He beat up my ex-boyfriend, got detained and fined, and when he was released, I immediately accepted his proposal.

But I never imagined that this man who once risked jail for me would now hurt me again for the woman who had harmed me before.

I felt a strong movement in my belly, as if my baby was worried for me.

With one last shred of hope, I begged him.

"Steven, I don't feel well today. I don't want to ride the drop tower."

Steven's expression changed instantly, and he refused firmly without a second thought.

"No way, we already agreed to this. Besides, don't you love the drop tower?"

He gripped my wrist so hard that I, a heavily pregnant woman, couldn't break free.

In desperation, I screamed out.

"I have a heart condition, and I hate the drop tower! I'm not getting on it!"

My outburst caught the attention of nearby visitors, who began pointing and staring at us.

Embarrassed, Steven pulled me aside and lowered his voice.

"Everyone's watching us. Myla, can't you just go along with this for my sake?"

The park employees chimed in to support him.

"Come on, Mrs. Landers! Everyone knows our Mr. Landers is crazy about you—he designed this drop tower specifically for you!"

"That's right! Even the mayor's daughter wanted to be the first to ride it, but Mr. Landers turned her down because the design wasn't finished yet!"

More and more people around us grew disapproving, thinking I didn't appreciate such a wonderful husband.

Anne jumped in too.

“Myla, you're being so difficult! Do you know how much effort Steven put into letting you be the first to try this new drop tower? He traded three years of bonuses with the park director for this opportunity, just to fulfill your wish!"

Everyone was accusing me of being unreasonable, but I didn't miss the malicious gleam in Anne's eyes.

I clutched my belly, feeling trapped, as if I was surrounded by wolves eyeing my baby.

I decided to take a stand—I didn't care what anyone said, I wouldn't ride that drop tower!

"I said no, and I mean no. I'll help you get your bonuses back, but this is my decision, and no one can force me!"

Steven grabbed my arm so hard I nearly stumbled.

Concerned for my baby, I managed to steady myself.

"Myla, my colleagues are all watching. How could you embarrass me like this?"

I yanked my arm away, tears filling my eyes.

How laughable.

I still remembered the man who once would have gone to jail for me, but now he was trying to kill our baby.

"Steven, if you keep pushing me, let's just get divorced."

As soon as I said it, a deathly silence fell over everyone.

Steven panicked. "You want to divorce me? Who gave you permission?"

I didn't want to argue with him and turned to leave.

But the next second, Anne suddenly fell to the ground, sobbing loudly.

"Myla, I know you're angry that Steven takes care of me, but we're innocent! You can't ruin his career over this!"

"I'll punish myself by doing the bungee jump without ropes—would that make you feel better?"

With that, she turned to run.

Steven's face turned paper-white. He grabbed her and looked back at me with venomous eyes.

"Myla, you're going too far! What has Anne done to deserve this from you?"

Then he leaned in close and lowered his voice again.

"Don't forget your grandfather in the ICU. If you don't ride the drop tower, I'll have someone pull out his tubes right now!"