When My Husband Chose His Mistress Midair

On my thirtieth birthday, Kevin took me on a helicopter ride—alongside his beloved Anya Lawson, no less. Midway through the flight, we encountered a mechanical failure, and there were only two parachutes available. Faced with the decision of saving me or saving her, he unhesitatingly chose her.

"Anya's life is just beginning," he explained, "and I can't let it end here. Don't worry, once we're safe, I'll come back for you."

He had no idea that I had staged the malfunction to test him.

Kevin hurriedly assisted Anya with her parachute, anxiety etched on his face, desperate to ensure the safety of his cherished one. I remained silent, observing the scene unfold. Kevin secured his own parachute, holding Anya's hand firmly.

Just before jumping, he looked at me. "Maya, please don't hold this against me. You've always had everything you wanted, but Anya hasn't had those opportunities."

So, the chance to live must go to her? I wanted to ask, but the words lingered unspoken. In that moment, Kevin and Anya jumped, fingers intertwined, leaving me behind.

I pressed a button on the cockpit's panel, and the malfunction alert vanished. Watching the couple embrace mid-air shattered my heart entirely. It was my thirtieth birthday, our seventh year together, and this was how it ended.

I took the pilot's seat, flying the helicopter back to the base alone. After landing, I changed out of my flight suit and overheard some employees murmuring.

"Did you hear? The young heir, Kevin, and his girlfriend had a skydiving accident."

"Anya's in the hospital now, and he's hired top specialists for her treatment, spending millions."

"He even knelt outside the operating room, begging for her survival."

Every word cut like a dagger to my heart. I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms, feeling the sting as they pierced the skin.