The Wedding Red Sheet Became My Death Parachute Chapter 04

The Wedding Red Sheet Became My Death Parachute Chapter 04

In the howling wind, I stared fixedly at Amber through the micro-camera on my helmet.

She had pulled the ripcord.

A mass of red fabric erupted from the pack.

At fifteen thousand feet, the violent gusts instantly tore the material open.

There was no white canopy.

There were no sturdy suspension lines.

There was only a red silk sheet embroidered with the gold words “Bless this Union,” whipping frantically in the air.

It looked exactly like the shroud that had strangled me in my past life.

Amber’s body fell like a broken kite, plummeting at terminal velocity.

She struggled desperately in mid-air, her hands flailing wildly, trying to grab onto the uncontrollable red sheet.

But under the massive force of gravity, all her efforts were futile.

Amber’s bl0od-curdling screams echoed through the headset.

“AAAAAAH! What’s happening?! Where’s my chute?! Help me! Grant, save me! Save me!”

Back in the cabin, Grant Sterling heard her screams through the intercom.

He lunged toward the open door, leaning out to look down.

When he saw that familiar red sheet, his entire body froze.

“Amber! Amber, what’s going on?!”

Grant roared into his microphone like a cornered animal.

“How the hell is this happening?! Why is it a bedsheet?!”

Daisy Sterling was crying hysterically beside him.

“Daddy! Auntie Amber is falling! Isn’t she a superhero?!”

I stood by the cabin door, watching Grant’s mental collapse with a cold eye.

I spoke into the comms, my voice dripping with mock surprise.

“Oh my, why is there a bedsheet flying out? Amber, that’s a very… unique pattern for a parachute.”

These were her exact words to me before; now, I was returning them in full.

Grant whipped his head around, his eyes bl0odshot as he glared at me.

“Evelyn! Did you do this?! Did you swap the packs?!”

He lunged at me like a rabid beast.

I dodged him effortlessly and delivered a sharp backhand across his face.

The crack of the slap echoed through the cabin.

Grant dazed, holding his face in disbelief as he looked at me.

I stared him down.

“Grant, get a grip. She picked out that pack herself and wore it the whole time. I didn’t even touch it. How could I have swapped it?”

“Besides, who in their right mind would use a bedsheet as a parachute unless they had a death wish?”

Grant’s mouth hung open, but no words came out.

Because he knew perfectly well that the sheet was meant for my pack, a plan he and Amber had orchestrated together.

Now that it was on Amber, the only explanation was that she had grabbed the wrong one.

He watched Amber continue to plummet, stomping his feet in desperation.

“Amber! The reserve! Pull the reserve chute!”

The intercom was filled with nothing but Amber’s hopeless wails and the roar of the wind.

The instructor signaled frantically for us to jump, or the plane would drift off course.

I took a deep breath and leaped from the cabin.

The wind enveloped me instantly.

The suffocating weightlessness of my past life returned, but I felt no fear.

Only the thrill of vengeance.

I spread my arms, feeling the wind howl past my ears, watching the tiny red dot below.

Amber, go ahead and confess your sins in hell.