Part 3Soaring Betrayal

The commentator was going on about how immersed this pair of contestants were in the experience of extreme sports.

My scalp tingled. That strange, stimulating pleasure was different from any other time.

So-called "ascending to the heavens" - this must be what it feels like.

What shocked me more was that Aiden was in the middle of competing!

How could he be feeling... this way?

After that wave of sensation passed, I was sweating, staring intently at the two of them flying until they landed safely.

They both looked normal, fully dressed, calmly accepting reporters' interviews.

But I was still deeply confused.

Finally, in Skye's interview, I detected a hint in her trembling voice.

"How was your flight experience this time?"

"Oh... Well, as thrilling and amazing as always. I have to thank my teammate for the great teamwork that gave me such an unforgettable glide."

Her shy tone still quivered with excitement at the end.

I called Aiden to congratulate him on passing the prelims.

His tone was normal, laughing heartily.

"How about that? Your husband is amazing, right? The prelims were a breeze. This championship is mine for sure."

I held back the questions bursting to come out, not wanting to alert them.

After all, I had no solid proof. How could I prove they did such a thing during such a dangerous aerial sport?

That night, I couldn't sleep at all.

I scrolled through a lot of foreign news. One story was about a couple caught being intimate in a hot air balloon.

The man accidentally knocked the woman out of the balloon in his excitement, causing her death on the spot. The incident was captured by their aerial recorder. The man was convicted of manslaughter.

The comment section was buzzing:

[They really risked their lives for ultimate thrills!]

[Man, if I were that guy, I could brag about this for life.]

[At least she died happy. Her last moments were blissful.]

Reading these news stories, my suspicions grew deeper. I tossed and turned all night.

Could my husband of three years have really betrayed me?

To experience how open they are about this sport abroad, I decided to fly to Michigan and try paragliding myself.

When I showed up at their training base after landing, Aiden was clearly surprised.

I pretended not to notice, giving him a hug.

"Honey! Did you miss me? I took my annual leave to come find you."

Skye was there too, in a tight black outfit that hugged her petite, sexy figure.

She elbowed Aiden with a smirk.

"Aiden, your little wifey really can't bear to be apart from you, chasing you across the ocean."

Aiden didn't look too happy, seeming displeased by my intrusion into his domain.

"What are you doing here? If there's nothing else, go rest at the Windsor apartment. Just treat it as a vacation."

But I shook my head, hugging his neck.

"I do have something. Watching you compete on livestream got me so excited, I want to try paragliding too."

Aiden froze, just noticing my special sportswear. He quickly grabbed my hand.

His expression was hard to read.

"Honey, as a professional athlete, I have to warn you this sport is very dangerous. Ordinary people shouldn't try it lightly."

I impatiently shook off his hand.

"It's fine. I've watched your competition videos for years. Plus there's an instructor. What's there to be afraid of?"

"The scenery from thousands of meters up, the thrill you experience... What is it that keeps you away from home for three years? I'm really curious."

I specifically hired a handsome white instructor at the paragliding base. He was all muscle, his abs visible even through his t-shirt.

The wind was gentle today, the sky clear - perfect weather for paragliding.

Seeing he couldn't dissuade me, Aiden sighed.

"Honey, foreigners are very open. You need to be careful."

I ignored him. The white instructor helped me put on all the equipment and explained all the precautions.

Then he had me sit in front, embracing me from behind to control the direction.

Finally, when the wind blew, we used its power to take off from the slope.

"Little bitch, we're going to start now!"

Before I could process his words, I suddenly felt something hot press against my pants. My mind went blank.

Before I could react, the paraglider had left the slope. I screamed as we soared towards the valley.