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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.

Darling Shot Me Dead and Lived to Regret It

"He acted too convincingly. Vera, sis, I understand you were bewitched by them. I'm willing to wait for you to find your way back!"


Scarlett let out a derisive laugh. "Whether it's real or fake, why don't you go and see for yourself?"


The moment Vera turned around, Brady once again cried out that he was dying, trying to make her stay.


"Be good and listen to me. I'm going to check on Zephyr. He still has old injuries. Wait for me, I promise I'll be back!"


Vera called me over a hundred times, but I didn't answer any of them.


Unable to reach me, she could only run to the shooting range to look for clues.


She stood at the bullseye, her feet stepping in sticky blood. She even crouched down to touch it.


As a top-tier mercenary, how could she not know whether this was real blood or fake? In an instant, it was as if all the strength had been drained from her body, and she collapsed to her knees.


Chapter 7