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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 next day, Caelan was a bit distracted on his way to Faye's house, not even reacting to the baby's crying.


As he got out of the car, he pulled out his phone and sent an urgent message to his butler:


When he looked up again and saw the decorations at Faye's house, Caelan froze in place.


Looking at the scene before me, I couldn't help but find it amusing.


Colorful ribbons and decorations were everywhere.


A white carpet was laid out on the ground.


A Bluetooth speaker was playing "Beautiful in White" out loud.


But the most jarring thing was the banner right in front of the door:


Inside, the house was packed with Caelan and Faye's family and friends, all staring at the two of them intently.


Caelan's arms tightened around the baby, who struggled and started wailing loudly.


Mr. Yates, however, smiled and shoved a ring box into his hand:


Chapter 4