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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

Seeing that name, the kidnapper finally stopped what he was doing and turned off the livestream. A glimmer of hope rose in my heart once again.


Elliot, Elliot, you finally knew. You were coming to save me.


But when I opened the video in the message, from the angle, it was clear Neve had shot it. The sender was also Neve.


The video showed a beach. It was already dark.


My husband was shouting at the camera on the shore.


"Sweetie, look! This is bioluminescent plankton. I've finally brought you to see bioluminescent plankton! I've finally made your wish come true!"


The man who had always been calm and composed in my memory was now like a teenager madly in love.


His heart and eyes were full of another woman.


So it wasn't that he had a calm personality; it was just that in his eyes, I wasn't someone worth his passion.


The man I had loved for eight whole years had never, for a single moment, truly belonged to me.


Chapter 5