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Three years after my death, my husband came looking for me–to donate a kidney to his childhood sweetheart.
When she pushed me off the villa’s balcony, he was on the phone, calling her “baby” in that affectionate
tone of his.
I thought I was doomed. But I only ended up being seriously injured and disabled.
Still unsatisfied, she hired men to violate me. Broken and covered in wounds, I was buried alive in the backyard of their private estate.
Three years after my death.
She was diagnosed with kidney failure, and my husband finally remembered me.
He stormed into the private estate with a team of bodyguards to capture me, but after searching everywhere, he couldn’t find me and thought I had hidden myself secretly.
“As long as you agree to donate a kidney to Caroline, I’ll end your punishment and let you come home.”
But in the end, after digging up every inch of the ground, all he found were my white bones.
Daniel Emerson stormed into the private estate’s villa with his bodyguards, his brows tightly furrowed, never once relaxing.
The private estate was managed by Daniel’s informants, but no one was allowed inside this particular
villa.
It had only ever been used to imprison me–his “disgraced” wife.
But I had been dead for three years.
And for three years, no one had lived here.
Looking around, the villa’s entrance was now overgrown with weeds.
Daniel’s expression turned cold as he frowned. “Chloe Reid is truly the laziest woman. Letting the weeds grow this tall without even bothering to clean up.”
“Compared to Caroline, she’s nothing but dirt beneath her feet.”
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He scoffed in disgust and took a handkerchief from his pocket, covering his nose and mouth.
Who knew what stench had offended him?
“Chloe, have you gotten so used to living alone that you’re refusing to come out?”
He stood there, looking down on the place with utter contempt, as if even stepping foot here was an act of great generosity.
But no matter how many times he shouted, there was no response from inside.
Daniel’s patience ran thin.
With an indifferent expression, he ordered the bodyguards behind him, “Go. Knock down the door.”
With a deafening crash, the door was smashed open, and his men rushed inside to seize the woman he thought was hiding.
But less than five minutes later, they ran back out, looking utterly perplexed.
“Mr. Emerson, Madam isn’t inside.”
Daniel’s brows knitted tightly together, his expression dark as storm clouds.
He didn’t believe it.
He strode in, searching every corner, but there was no sign of her. Frustrated, he pulled out his phone and tried calling me.
Three years of silence.
Frowning, he took a moment to think–but he couldn’t even recall which number was mine.
In the end, he clicked on the contact labeled “Bitch” and dialed.
Floating nearby, I couldn’t help but smile bitterly.
Daniel hated me to the core.
All because three years ago, his beloved childhood sweetheart, Caroline, had a miscarriage–one that she
falsely blamed on me.
And without hesitation, Daniel had believed her.
He had imprisoned me in this remote estate, forced me into solitary confinement as punishment.
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For three whole years.
And not once had he thought of me.
Now that he was finally calling, I even fell foreign to him.
But the phone didn’t even ring.
The automated message simply said the number was no longer in service,
Daniel cursed through gritted teeth:
“Chloe, you’re hiding from me on purpose, aren’t you? Do you think I won’t find you?”
“Go ahead and keep running. I’d love to see how long you can hide,”
Just then, a burst of exaggerated laughter echoed from behind him.
Daniel turned around sharply, scowling, and spotted a filthy drunk sitting against the wall, half–hidden in the overgrown weeds,
The man’s clothes were tattered, and he clutched a broken liquor bottle in his hand, his drunken gaze
fixed on Daniel.
“Stop shouting,” the drunk slurred, chuckling darkly. “The woman inside has been dead for a long time.”
He let out another hollow laugh, one so mournful it was hard to tell whether he was laughing or crying.
“Where did this filthy drunk come from?”
One of the more perceptive bodyguards stepped forward and kicked the man over.
“How dare you act like a fool in front of Mr. Emerson? Do you even know whose estate this is? This entire place belongs to the Emerson family! If you don’t want to die, get lost before Mr. Emerson loses his
temper.”
But even after being kicked to the ground, the drunkard barely reacted.
Instead, he continued to laugh, his voice hoarse and eerie.
“She’s dead. And she died a terrible, terrible death.”
“She was pushed off the balcony, left crippled in a pool of her own blood.”
“And… she was so beautiful. But those bastards still ruined her before burying her alive.”
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Daniel scowled, his brows furrowed deeply in disgust as he stared at the drunken man in front of him.
“Who the hell are you? Where is Chloe?”
The drunkard kept laughing and crying at the same time.
His liquor bottle had been kicked over, spilling its clear contents everywhere–even splashing onto his
face.
