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Thirty days into the silent treatment with my husband, he proposed a trip to mend our relationship. As soon as we landed, he snapped my ID card in half, smashed my phone, and abandoned me on a deserted island to fend for myself.
When someone asked if he was being too harsh, he was accompanying his childhood sweetheart to her prenatal checkup, sneering contemptuously:
"It's her own fault for being so petty. I was just using IVF to fulfill Faye's wish of becoming a mother, and she threw a fit demanding a divorce."
"The baby will be born in eight months. There's fresh water and food on that island, so she won't starve to death. I'm just teaching her a lesson."
Eight months later, holding his newborn son contentedly, my husband unusually asked his assistant:
"It's been so long, hasn't she made a fuss about coming back to the States yet?"
He didn't know that I had died on the very first day I arrived on that lonely island.

My Husband Banished Me to a Deserted Island

Caelan froze instantly, his long lashes trembling slightly.


He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.


This little dog really looked like Buddy.


The difference was, if Buddy had seen Caelan, he would've desperately wriggled out of the butler's arms.


Then he would've pounced into Caelan's embrace, demanding Caelan to pet his little head.


Seeing that Caelan didn't speak, the butler tentatively asked:


Faye clenched her jaw and quickly interjected:


"Indeed, Lavender doesn't want to come back and is hiding. But Caelan has already sent many people to search, I'm sure they'll find her soon."


After speaking, she hugged the child and confidently started to walk into the mansion.


Unexpectedly, the little dog in the butler's arms started barking.


Faye's eyes flashed with malice as she turned to look at Caelan, feigning hurt:


She thought Caelan would indulge her like last time.


Chapter 8