Watching them leap without hesitation, I immediately started figuring out how to save myself.
After all, I couldn’t trust Eugene to remember me once he reached safety, let alone call for rescue. In two lifetimes, the only person who ever mattered to him was my half-sister, Sharon.
In my previous life, even though the odds were slim, he contacted the rescue team as soon as he reached a signal.
But this time, Sharon was the one with a chance to survive because she had the parachute.
I didn’t expect Eugene to bother with rescue efforts once he landed. Honestly, I’d be grateful if he didn’t publicly declare me dead the moment he hit the ground.
After all, in both lifetimes, the only woman he truly loved was Sharon.
It was only after we married in my previous life that I discovered the truth—Eugene and Sharon had known each other long before. They met in school as two illegitimate children brought back into their families, finding solace in their shared pain and promising to stay by each other’s side.
The engagement with me was a calculated move. I was the legitimate heiress of the Cook family, and all its future wealth was destined to be mine.
So even though Eugene loved Sharon, he chose to save me for the Cook family fortune.
In my past life, he deeply regretted that choice.
This time, I made the choice for him. He should be thanking me.
As their figures disappeared from view, I ran straight to the cockpit.
