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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

In the operating room on one side, meanwhile in the master bedroom at home.


Neve was panting softly on my bed, while my husband Elliot was vigorously exerting himself on top of her.


Perhaps because she was in the throes of pleasure, Neve's voice trailed off languidly.


"Elliot, aren't you worried about that woman at all? She's fighting for her life right now, how can you be so impatient?"


The man's voice was hoarse and urgent, but the cold disdain in his words was still chilling.


"What does it have to do with me? She'd better die on that operating table."


"If she hadn't interrupted us, we should be on the luxurious bed in the cruise ship suite right now. But this isn't bad either, it's more thrilling, isn't it?"


"That Melody, she's stupid and disgusting. If it weren't for her dad being the hospital director, how could I possibly be interested in her?"


Neve's porcelain-like hands climbed up the man's shoulders, clearly pleased by his words.


Chapter 6