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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

Upon receiving this news, Caelan didn't show any sign of surprise.


He simply lost control and swept everything off the table in one fell swoop.


His gaze was pitch black, like a demon from hell, as he gritted his teeth and said:


Even I couldn't help but feel scared looking at Caelan in this state.


The next day, Caelan asked Faye to meet him, saying he wanted to transfer some shares to her.


Faye specially got her hair permed and changed into a pristine white gown.


But she didn't expect that as soon as she left home, Caelan would knock her out cold with a single blow.


When she regained consciousness, Caelan had already moved her to a basement.


Looking at the various whips and knives hanging on the basement walls, I felt a chill run down my spine.


What followed was a scene I'll never forget as long as I live.


In just one hour, Faye had been turned into a bloody mess.


Chapter 10