Surviving My Husband's Suicide Pact
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When our commercial jet began its plunge, my captain husband looked between me and his secret lover, feigning agonizing indecision over the last emergency flotation vest.
This time, I shoved the vest straight into their hands.
In my past life, Kian had put on a torturous show of weighing his options before strapping that very vest onto my pregnant body.
He had chosen to stay behind on the plummeting aircraft, orchestrating a romanticized double-suicide so he could die in the arms of his beloved Maren.
But Maren died on impact, while Kian walked away from the wreckage without a scratch.
For months, he played the traumatized survivor. Then, just after our daughter's one-month birthday, she was killed in a tragic accident.
Instead of consoling me, Kian cornered me, his eyes burning with vindictive malice.
"This is karma. If you hadn't forced your way onto my flight, we wouldn't have been short a vest. You killed my true love. Now, the universe is finally making you feel my exact hell."
Shattered by the sudden loss of my baby and his monstrous confession, my mind snapped. I lunged at him, sparking a desperate, violent struggle that dragged us both to our graves.
Then, the deafening roar of failing engines filled my ears. The cabin lights flashed a bloody red.
I was back on the doomed flight.
This time, I shoved the vest straight into their hands.
In my past life, Kian had put on a torturous show of weighing his options before strapping that very vest onto my pregnant body.
He had chosen to stay behind on the plummeting aircraft, orchestrating a romanticized double-suicide so he could die in the arms of his beloved Maren.
But Maren died on impact, while Kian walked away from the wreckage without a scratch.
For months, he played the traumatized survivor. Then, just after our daughter's one-month birthday, she was killed in a tragic accident.
Instead of consoling me, Kian cornered me, his eyes burning with vindictive malice.
"This is karma. If you hadn't forced your way onto my flight, we wouldn't have been short a vest. You killed my true love. Now, the universe is finally making you feel my exact hell."
Shattered by the sudden loss of my baby and his monstrous confession, my mind snapped. I lunged at him, sparking a desperate, violent struggle that dragged us both to our graves.
Then, the deafening roar of failing engines filled my ears. The cabin lights flashed a bloody red.
I was back on the doomed flight.
















































