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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

The diamond ring was custom-made for me by Caelan years ago, the only one of its kind in the world.


The assistant swallowed hard, trying to gloss over it:


"Oh my, I didn't realize Miss Forrester was so mischievous, misplacing such a valuable item."


It was an obviously poor lie, but Caelan breathed a sigh of relief, murmuring:


Turning away, he held his head in his hands, sounding somewhat dejected:


"Lavender, are you still so angry with me? Didn't you promise you'd never take off the ring for the rest of your life?"


At least I had kept that promise, hadn't I?


As he approached the cabin, he hesitated, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open.


The interior was completely empty, with only a simple bed and table. There was nowhere for anyone to hide.


Chapter 5