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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

Two years ago, his daughter fell ill and was receiving treatment at Sunnydale Hospital when she became a victim of live organ trafficking, targeted by that pair of scumbags, Elliot and Neve.


But he had no power or influence, nowhere to turn for help, and couldn't find any concrete evidence.


And now the evidence in the hands of the police was this man's heavy fatherly love over these past two years.


After locating Elliot's secret operating room in the suburbs, he installed hidden cameras inside, which resulted in these precious photo and video evidence.


At the same time, he rented a small room in an alley next to Sunnydale Hospital, allowing him to stake out the hospital every day.


He meticulously recorded every patient who died at Sunnydale Hospital, matching them one by one with the people captured on video.


That's how he compiled such detailed evidence records.


Chapter 9