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On my way home, I was kidnapped by my husband Elliot's enemie.
To force Elliot to show himself, the kidnapper slashed my face and pulled out my fingernails.
Unable to reach Elliot, he started live streaming my torture.
He repeatedly cut open my skin and even poured salt water on my wounds over and over, yet wouldn't let me die completely.
The police frantically searched for Elliot, but he had turned off his phone, busy celebrating an anniversary with his mistress.
The day I was rescued, he looked at my body covered in wounds and covered his mistress's eyes:
"Don't look at her, it's disgusting."
They were relieved the kidnapper was dead, thinking their plot would never be exposed.
But they didn't know that before dying, the kidnapper had given me all the evidence.
You two scumbags, prepare to die.

Kidnapped on My Way Home

Elliot stared at Neve as she dressed, his eyes filled with venom.


Before anyone could react, he lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of Neve's hair.


"It must have been you, you whore! He's dead, and no one but us knew about this. You're trying to get rid of me too, aren't you? You heartless bitch!"


"If it weren't for you pushing me into this business, I'd still be the respected head of Sunnydale Hospital!"


Neve quickly regained her senses, clawing at Elliot's face with her nails.


"You dare to drag me into this! If it weren't for me, would you have made this much money in the past two years? Now you're blaming me? Where were you earlier?"


The police swiftly separated the two, and with a wave of their hands, led them away.


After the surgery, I slowly regained consciousness and learned about everything that had happened while I was unconscious.


The deputy director stood before me with a pained expression, handing me a phone.


Chapter 7