Part 1Soaring Betrayal

I never imagined I'd be able to share sensations with my husband.

Not only could I feel the pain from his injuries, but I could also experience the pleasure when he did things he enjoyed.

Until one night, when he was livestreaming a skydive in America.

I watched as he and his female partner overlapped, suddenly sensing an indescribable ecstasy...

My husband, Aiden, is an extreme sports enthusiast, especially passionate about skydiving.

I'm a professional designer. We're opposites - one active, one calm - brought together by chance.

Extreme sports often take place abroad, so Aiden and I are frequently apart.

After a skydiving accident left Aiden with a broken leg, he was forced to stay put in the hospital for a while.

When I brought him some soup, he was engrossed watching a livestream.

I peeked over his shoulder and saw the iPad screen:

#US "Star Cup" Paragliding Challenge Preliminaries Underway#

I sighed. "Honey, can't we stop with these dangerous sports?"

Aiden loves skydiving and paragliding. He's had dozens of metal pins put in his body for this sport.

He's mastered it to perfection and even competes professionally abroad.

Startled by me, he still shook his head with a grin.

"Babe, I know you worry, but money can't buy the thrill this gives me. The novelty and excitement are endless."

I gazed at Aiden's handsome profile, lost in thought.

Extreme sports are an expensive hobby that not everyone can afford. Being able to not work and still have money to burn, Aiden was clearly from a wealthy family.

Everyone envies me for landing such a handsome and rich husband. Only I regret that we can't be together all the time.

More than a partner, I envy his teammates who fight by his side.

I fed Aiden spoonfuls of soup. He smiled happily.

"My wife is amazing - elegant and domestic. While I risk life and limb out there, I can rest easy about things at home."

I quickly stuffed a piece of meat in his mouth.

"Don't talk about life and death. Shut up."

Aiden is rarely home. Since marrying me, I've been the one taking care of his whole family in the States, handling all the household affairs smoothly.

He choked a bit on the soup, coughing hard but still grinning mysteriously.

"You're that worried about your husband? Haha, looks like I better leave you a little seed soon, so you won't miss me too much."

As we were joking around, a beautiful woman appeared at the door.

She knocked and smiled, taking off her sunglasses.

"Am I interrupting? Didn't realize you two lovebirds were having a private moment."

Seeing Skye for the first time, I was visibly stunned.

I'd seen many photos of her on my husband's Instagram.

She's been Aiden's female partner for six years - an American-born Chinese who often competes with him professionally, winning many trophies.

Despite constant sun exposure, her skin was still snow-white and glowing. She had a wasp waist and perky bottom, not to mention enviably beautiful legs.

She dressed boldly, wearing a low-cut camisole exposing half her chest in 50-degree weather, her cleavage on full display.

As soon as she entered, she flicked Aiden's forehead and even lifted his blanket to check his injured leg.

"What happened? How pathetic, getting yourself banged up like this."

I was shocked, since Aiden's cast had just been put on and he was only wearing underwear.

Noticing my discomfort, Skye laughed casually:

"We're the best professional partners and closest buddies in life. You don't mind, right Vera?"

Aiden quickly covered his leg.

"She doesn't mind, but I do. Don't I get any dignity?"

As the two bantered, I only noticed the obvious reaction under Aiden's blanket earlier.

Was I seeing things, or did Aiden get aroused after seeing Skye?