Parachute Swapped Bedsheet Reborn Revenge

Synopsis

At 16,000 feet, I pulled the cord on my parachute, but instead of a canopy, a bedsheet with "May you have children soon" written on it came fluttering out. It was the same bedsheet my husband had picked out for our wedding three years ago, and now it was my death warrant. The terror of weightlessness swallowed me whole. I flailed my arms in midair, desperately reaching for my husband, who was just a few feet away. But he only clutched his assistant tighter, gliding off to the side without hesitation, dodging my outstretched hand for survival. The assistant laughed so hard, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Penny, that's one hell of a parachute pattern you've got there," she snickered. Over the headset, I heard my five-year-old daughter clapping excitedly. "Daddy, look. Mommy's really flying like a superhero. Aunt Lesley wasn't lying. Mommy can even fly with a bedsheet!" Then came my husband's cold, impatient snort. "Makes me sick. "She'd even do something as stupid as parachuting with a bedsheet just to compete with Lesley for attention. Just die." Amidst their laughter, I plummeted into the abyss.