Chapter 1

Darling's pure love came down with a rare illness, and I was the only one who could perform the surgery.

She begged me desperately, and with a doctor's compassion, I agreed.

After the operation, her pure love couldn't get out of bed and kept crying in pain.

Darling firmly accused me of seeking personal revenge. She tied me up and waterboarded me in an abandoned fish pond.

Her childhood sweetheart, not satisfied, secretly released alligators that tore me to shreds.

Six months later, when her childhood sweetheart's old illness returned, Darling finally remembered me.

She searched everywhere but couldn't find me, thinking I was hiding out of spite, trying to kill her pure love.

She frantically looked for me, but in the end, only found my severed limbs among the tangled weeds.

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"Where is he? Where did he go?"

Vivienne saw the empty water surface and angrily kicked the guards several times.

Her pure love, Dane, leaned against her, looking extremely pale and barely able to stand.

Seeing this, her anger intensified, and she started cursing at those people.

"All I asked you to do was push Archer into the water every day for repentance. It's such a simple task, and you couldn't even do it right? How could you let him escape? What are you good for?"

She made it sound easy, just pushing someone into the water.

Even though I'm already dead, I can't help but shudder when I think about what I've been through that past month.

Dane was either constantly crying in pain or unconscious after the surgery.

Vivienne slandered me, claiming I deliberately took over her pure love's surgery for personal revenge, and threatened to take me to court.

Even though I provided comprehensive evidence proving the surgery was successful, she was relentless. She knocked me out and took me to an abandoned fish pond to waterboard me, saying she would punish me in her own way.

Every day, she had people repeatedly push me underwater, making me suffocate and suffer. They would only stop when I was about to give up. The next day, they would repeat this torture.

This method won't leave any wounds on my body, but the agony of suffocation is equally unbearable.

Vivienne screams angrily for me to come out immediately, but what she doesn't know is that five months ago, her pure love secretly brought alligators under the cover of night and had me viciously mauled to death.

I've been dead for a long time, how could I possibly respond to her?

Back then, I had been in the water for too long and couldn't muster any strength. I could only watch helplessly as the alligator swam towards me with its bloody maw wide open.

I think it must be because my death was so horrific that my soul is trapped here, unable to move on.

"Archer, get your ass out here right now! I know you can hear me. If you can just do Dane's surgery without any tricks this time, I'll take you back to be reunited with your son."

It's been six months, and Vivienne hasn't come looking for me once. Of course she's here for Dane again.

I really hate myself for my poor judgment, getting involved with a woman like this and losing my life because of it.

Dane coughs violently, playing the victim card again.

"Forget it, it's my fault. I shouldn't have come to bother you two. It's understandable if he doesn't want to help me. I'll just leave."

"Vivienne, I don't want to make things difficult for you. Don't worry about me anymore. Meeting someone as wonderful as you has made my life worthwhile."

Hearing this, Vivienne became even more frantic. She shouted my name into the wilderness, cursing me incessantly.

She then ordered her people to search for me, saying I couldn't have gone far in this remote area.

Afterwards, she lovingly cradled Dane in her arms, comforting him not to be afraid, assuring him everything would be alright.

But at that moment, my son Ethan suddenly rushed out, clenching his fists and striking Dane.

"It's all your fault! Before you came along, Dad never ran away from home. Get lost!"

I guess to keep it from the children, Vivienne must have told him I had run away from home.

Ethan's clothes were covered in dirt, and his legs were covered in scratches.

He's only six years old and not in the best of health. I can't imagine what difficulties he must have gone through to get here all by himself.