The Wedding Red Sheet Became My Death Parachute Chapter 03

The Wedding Red Sheet Became My Death Parachute Chapter 03

The boarding call sounded, and we headed toward the tarmac.

Grant walked in front, leading a skipping Daisy.

Amber was in the middle, wearing the parachute pack I had swapped.

She walked with a light step, as if she could already see my broken body on the ground.

I followed at the back, carrying the safety pack that was originally hers.

Before boarding, the instructor began assigning jump styles.

“Sir, your daughter is too young. She has to do a tandem jump with one of our professionals,” the instructor told Grant.

Grant nodded.

“No problem. I’ll jump with my daughter.”

But Daisy suddenly grabbed Amber’s hand and started screaming.

“No! I want to jump with Auntie Amber! Auntie Amber will protect me!”

Grant laughed and pinched her cheek.

“Alright, alright. Auntie Amber will go with you.”

Amber, however, looked troubled.

She glanced at me and said fake-sweetly, “Grant, I can’t. I only have a solo license, I can’t take Daisy. Besides, it’s dangerous for Evelyn to jump alone. Why don’t you jump with her?”

Grant’s face immediately twisted into an expression of pure loathing.

He looked at me like I was a pile of trash.

“With her? I’d rather have bad luck! She insisted on coming to make a scene—if she falls, she deserves it!”

Hearing Grant’s words, the last spark in my heart died out completely.

This was the man I once loved with all my soul.

This was the marriage I had sacrificed my life for.

I let out a cold laugh and spoke up.

“Don’t bother. I’ll jump solo.”

Grant curled his lip.

“At least you have some self-awareness.”

Amber immediately put on a worried act.

“Evelyn, are you sure? If you’re scared, it’s not too late to back out.”

I looked at the pack on her back, my voice calm.

“I’m not scared. With such great gear protecting me, what’s there to fear?”

Amber thought I was being sarcastic about her “kindness,” and her eyes grew even more malicious.

She patted her own chest.

“Good. Just remember, Evelyn—once you jump, pull the ripcord hard.”

I’ll remember.

I told her silently in my mind.

I hope when you jump, you pull that bedsheet on your back just as hard.

The plane roared as it took off.

The cabin was noisy, so everyone put on noise-canceling headsets.

Grant and Amber sat together, their shoulders pressed tight.

Grant’s hand even moved to Amber’s thigh, rubbing it occasionally.

Amber pushed him away playfully, her eyes constantly darting toward me.

She was clearly trying to provoke me.

Daisy sat on Grant’s other side, excitedly looking out the window at the clouds.

She pointed outside and shouted, “Daddy, look! We’re so high! Mommy’s gonna fall down in a minute!”

Grant pulled his daughter into a hug, laughing.

“Don’t say that, Daisy. Your mommy is going to turn into a superhero.”

Amber giggled, covering her mouth.

“That’s right. Your mommy is going to give us a very… special performance.”

I stared coldly at these three pieces of filth.

I turned on the micro-camera on my helmet.

I recorded every bit of their disgusting behavior.

The plane continued to climb, and the temperature dropped.

I intentionally stared at the pack on Amber’s back and said loudly, “Amber, that pack looks a bit old. The edges look frayed.”

Amber instinctively touched the pack, her face turning uneasy.

She thought I’d noticed something.

“You’re seeing things, Evelyn. This is the best pack in the center.”

I shrugged.

“Maybe I am. Just be careful when you jump. You wouldn’t want the chute to fail and fall straight to your death.”

Grant snapped his head toward me, glaring.

“Evelyn, what the hell is wrong with you? If you can’t say anything nice, shut up! Why are you cursing Amber?”

Amber put on a victim act, her eyes turning red.

“Evelyn, I was nice enough to help arrange this for you. How can you say that to me?”

Seeing them lose their cool made me feel a surge of satisfaction.

Don’t be in such a hurry.

I was telling the truth.

Soon, you’ll find out if I was “cursing” her or not.

The instructor signaled that we had reached fifteen thousand feet.

The cabin door slid open, and the freezing wind howled into the plane.

The biting cold cleared my head instantly.

Daisy got scared and hid in Grant’s arms.

“Daddy, I’m scared!”

Grant held his daughter tight and yelled to Amber over the wind.

“Amber, you go first! We’ll meet you at the bottom!”

Amber nodded and stood up, walking to the edge of the door.

She looked back at me, the grin on her face no longer hidden.

“I’ll be waiting for you down there, Evelyn! Don’t you dare chicken out!”

I waved at her.

“Go ahead. Have a safe flight.”

Without hesitation, Amber leaned out and plummeted from the cabin.

I walked to the door and looked down at her rapidly shrinking figure.

Grant hurried me from behind.

“What are you looking at? Jump already! Stop wasting time!”

I ignored him, my eyes fixed on Amber.

Calculating the time… she should be pulling the cord now.

Sure enough.

A few seconds later, Amber pulled the ripcord in mid-air.

A red silk sheet, embroidered with three gold words—”Bless this Union”—erupted into the sky, whipping violently in the wind.