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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's expression twisted for a moment, his hand gripping the phone so tightly it turned white.


He was silent for a few seconds, causing the person on the other end to wonder if there was a problem with the call quality, repeatedly asking:


"Hello, can you hear me clearly? You're Lavender's partner Caelan, right? We've finished cremating Lavender's remains, and we need you to come collect them."


Caelan snapped out of his daze, forcing out a few words through gritted teeth:


Did Caelan really believe I was dead? He didn't have any doubts at all?


Soon after, Caelan and the others arrived at the funeral home.


A funeral home employee brought out an urn and said to Caelan:


"These are Lavender's ashes. Please accept our condolences."


Caelan reached out to take it, but in the next second, he deliberately let it slip from his hands, allowing the urn to crash to the ground.


Chapter 7