When I was eight months pregnant, my husband's foster sister invited me to hike a snow-covered mountain. Midway up, an avalanche hit. We were both buried. My husband rushed to the scene, but before I could utter a word, his sister accused me: "She planned this! She tricked me into coming today!" I tried desperately to explain. He didn't listen. Instead, he lashed out at me. "Sandra doesn't know any better, but you should! So what if she's blunt? Is this your petty revenge? Your pathetic life couldn't even begin to repay hers if she'd been hurt!" Then he left. Took her hand. Walked away. I screamed after him, begging him to save our baby. He didn't even glance back. Worse, he unhooked my safety harness and shoved me out of the rescue group. "Since you're so clever, find your own way down." Not long after, another avalanche hit. This time, I couldn't get back up. Three hours later, Sandra was in a car accident. She needed a blood transfusion. That's when he finally thought of me. But by then, he didn't know—I was already gone. Me, and the child I'd never hold, were still buried under the snow.
View MoreI had reconnected with Lance two years ago. It was during my family's collapse, when everything I had ever known was crumbling around me. And even then, I turned down Lance's offer because of a single act of warmth from Reese.I had already married Reese by then. Even if he hadn't treated me well after our wedding, when my family fell, he quietly took care of everything without a word. After that, I couldn't help but fall for him completely."She was never some kind of mountain rescue ranger," Lance said, voice tight. "She went up the snowy mountain because you were trapped there."Reese's eyes flicked toward him, disbelief written all over his face. "No way. Sandra told me—""And everything you know about her, all of it came from Sandra, didn't it?"Lance's tone turned cold. "She reported Carmen to the kidnappers for helping you escape. After that, she was beaten nearly to death by the kidnappers and burned up with fever for days. That's all documented. You can look it up yoursel
A bitter smile crept across my face.Back when I was still alive, Reese had done this kind of thing to me more times than I could count.Like when I cooked an elaborate meal just for him, and he said it didn't compare to the plain bowl of porridge Sandra made on a whim.Or when he came home drunk after entertaining clients, I went out to pick him up, only for him to stagger off without a glance the moment he got a message from Sandra.The memories surged forward, one after another. I shut my eyes, forcing back the ache rising in my chest.Reese followed the lead officer to the 18th floor of the hospital.That phone call he'd received earlier—it brought me back to two years ago, when my family's business collapsed, and my parents passed away one after another. Since then, I was the only one from my family left in this world.I still remember kneeling alone before their tombstones that day. The rain fell hard, blurring the headstones and soaking through me completely. From that da
But my words never reached Reese's ears.He stood frozen, staring at the room's decor. For a moment, he seemed dazed, like a hazy reel of memory had started playing behind his eyes. He suddenly remembered: back when I was pregnant and suffering severe morning sickness, he had sent me to the servants' quarters.Later, when Sandra moved back into the villa, she had asked if she could have this room. The lighting was good, she said. She liked it.Reese had agreed without a second thought."How did it end up like this…"He turned and made his way to the room I'd stayed in. As soon as he opened the door, the smell hit him—a foul mix of mildew and rot.He wrinkled his brow in disgust, but still found time to complain. "What the hell's wrong with this woman? Can't even keep her room clean."That's when it all came back to me. I was five months pregnant then. I could barely move and had asked the maids for help cleaning. They looked down on me, voices thick with arrogance, "You're just
Bruce rushed to defend himself. "Mr. Bradley, of course not. But Mrs. Bradley is dead. Our men—""Enough!" Reese cut him off, his voice sharp with ice. "You're trying to bring up that heart rate tracker again, aren't you? She's taken it off before to scare me. This isn't the first time. Round up the guys and find her! I don't care if she's hiding on the far edge of the world. Bring her back."Bruce tried to say something more, but Reese had already hung up.I watched him coldly, that angry flush on his face, the clenched jaw. And I laughed.If it weren't for Sandra's accident, for her needing me, maybe Reese would've gone on never remembering I even existed.Back then, I poured everything I had into him. I chalked up his coldness to aloofness, thinking he was just reserved by nature. But these last few hours had made everything perfectly, brutally clear.He wasn't incapable of love. He just didn't love me.He cared that Sandra walked barefoot. But when I missed a step on the sta
The sudden sound of Sandra's scream shattered the quiet of the hospital room.All of Reese's attention snapped to her. He turned sharply and rushed back inside. "Sandra! Are you alright? Doctor—! Bruce, call the doctor, now!"I followed close behind and saw Sandra collapsed in a pool of blood, her face drained of color, eyes shut tight.An hour passed in the chaos of emergency treatment. Once again, Sandra was dragged back from the edge of death.The doctor removed his mask and scolded, "How are you watching over the patient? She has injuries—she shouldn't lift anything heavy, and she certainly shouldn't be moving around freely. If we'd been one minute later, we wouldn't have been able to save her. She's as young as that pregnant woman who was wheeled in earlier today. Can't understand why no one's come to claim that one's body yet."With that, the doctor left the room.The word pregnant struck something in Reese's mind. My face flickered through his thoughts. He took a step afte
Reese had the speakerphone on. Sandra heard everything. Tears welled up in her eyes, brimming with fragile sorrow. "It's all my fault," she whimpered. "I made Carmen angry. She must hate me now… sob… Reese, I want to go look for her. Maybe she's just hiding somewhere, waiting for me to say sorry. As soon as I apologize, once she forgives me, she won't keep scaring you like this anymore."In just a few sentences, Sandra had twisted my death into a tantrum—another of my petty tricks, a fake message meant to mislead them.I clenched my fists. I already knew the truth in my heart, but still, I found myself glancing at Reese, waiting.He was quiet for a moment. Then his expression turned cold."Keep looking," he snapped at the assistant. "Carmen's a snake. She loves playing these games with me. The moment you find her, hand her that signed divorce agreement. If she won't sign it, force her to. She's no longer my wife. And don't forget to take 800cc of her blood."I laughed bitterly
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