Darling Shot Me Dead and Lived to Regret It

To help Pure Love pass his assessment, my top spy wife made me a live target.

"Don't worry, Brady's aim is steady. He won't hurt you."

I trembled in fear, so she welded me to the target post with thick iron.

"Be good, stay still. If Brady fails the test, he'll be sent to northern Myanmar."

Pure Love secretly switched the foam bullets for real ones, riddling my body with holes, blood pooling on the ground.

Just as Darling came to check on me, he fainted at the sight of blood. So Darling abandoned my bullet-ridden body and rushed him to the hospital.

I was rescued, turned away, and never looked back.

But I heard that Darling, in an effort to make me return to her, shot herself 99 times.