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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

Without exception, both were sentenced to death, deprived of the right to appeal.


I heard that after receiving the verdict, Elliot stood pale-faced in the courtroom, his lips constantly mumbling.


"I'm the director of Sunnydale Hospital, I'm the youngest and most accomplished surgeon in Chicago."


"How can it be the death penalty, how can it be......"


He even tried to break through the police barrier, still shouting incessantly.


"Where's my darling? My darling is Melody, she won't abandon me!"


"I don't know this woman, it was all done by Neve, it has nothing to do with me!"


"Let me go home, I need to find my darling!"


When I heard this retelling from others, I felt a bit dazed.


Even now, I clearly remember, at my parents' memorial service, Elliot gently embraced me: "Melody, you'll never be without a home, we'll have our own home in the future."


But after taking over the hospital, Elliot shattered this promise with his own hands.


Chapter 10