Dead to Please Him

Blake Henderson idly spun his phone in his hand, the shifting glow from the screen flickering across his handsome face.It had been three days, and I still had not called him once. In the past, I used to cling to him every second I could."I guess she finally learned her lesson." Blake chuckled softly. Melinda's tear-streaked face flashed through his mind, only to be quickly replaced by annoyance.Just then, his phone rang.Blake picked it up quickly and said, "Melinda, you—""Mr. Henderson, Mrs. Henderson's room hasn't been cleaned for the past two days. The smell is getting quite strong."It was the butler."What trick is she playing now?" A trace of disgust flashed in Blake's eyes. "Is she trying to force me to go back just like this? Dream on."Hearing his words, the butler hesitated for a moment before saying, "Mrs. Henderson may already—"Before he could finish, Blake cut him off. "Leave her alone. Let her fend for herself."Then, he hung up the call.Blake frowned and

Rosie clung affectionately to Blake's arm and said sweetly, "Melinda, I'm sure you don't mind me here, right?"Looking at how close they were, I found it almost unbearable to watch.Blake frowned and said impatiently, "Why should you care what she thinks? If you want to come, you can. Since when does she get a say?"Suppressing my anger, I reminded him coldly, "Today is our wedding anniversary.""So what?" Blake sneered, pulling Rosie to sit at the table. "If you don't like it, then leave. No one is forcing you to stay."His words were like needles piercing my heart.We had been together for years, yet I still couldn't get a single trace of affection from him in return.After taking a few bites of the food, Rosie's expression suddenly changed. She covered her mouth and began to retch.Seeing her reaction, Blake panicked immediately. "What's wrong, Rosie? What happened?"She weakly pointed at the dishes in front of her and said with a trembling voice. "I'm allergic to peanuts.

Sarah's trembling hands stroked my face again and again as she murmured, "Melinda, I shouldn't have let you marry him."Suddenly, she seemed to realize something and looked sharply at the butler. "Was it Blake? Was he the one who forced Melinda to drink?"The butler lowered his head, unable to meet her gaze. "Mr. Henderson… He did…"When Sarah heard that, her vision went black, and she collapsed."Madam Henderson!" I instinctively reached out but grasped nothing.Blake called Sarah repeatedly, but his number had already been blocked."Dead? I can't believe Melinda is getting more ridiculous by the day. I told you to put her on the phone! Stop playing these stupid tricks!"No matter what, he would never believe that Melinda, who had always endured everything silently and tried so hard to please him, would actually die.Soon, he called again. This time, he called my phone.Hearing the system message that indicated my phone was off, Blake grew even more irritated and sent a text

Along the way, Rosie remained silent. She kept her head lowered, nervously twisting her fingers as she fell deep into thought.At the hospital, the doctor gave Rosie a thorough examination, and the results showed that she had no allergic reaction at all."Doctor, are you sure that she isn't allergic?" Blake asked hastily as he stared at the doctor in disbelief.The doctor nodded firmly and replied, "Yes, Mr. Henderson. This young lady shows no signs of an allergic reaction. She's perfectly healthy."In that split second, Blake froze. Instinctively, he turned to Rosie, doubt and accusation creeping into his voice. "Rosie, didn't you say you were allergic to peanuts that day?"Rosie's eyes instantly reddened. Choking back tears, she said, "I don't know either. I really felt awful that day. The doctor said it was an allergy too, so I thought…" Halfway through, she suddenly covered her face and sobbed uncontrollably.Seeing this, Blake softened.He felt guilty for suspecting Rosie

"Tell me! Was it you? Did you deliberately fake that allergy that day?" Blake's voice was low and hoarse, filled with chilling rage.Rosie was startled by his sudden outburst, and her face turned pale."Blake, what are you talking about? I don't understand." She tried to break free, but it was useless."Stop pretending!" Blake threw her to the floor and glared at her. "Was it you? Speak!""I… I just didn't want you to be with her…""Rosie, how can you be so vicious?" Blake looked down at her coldly. "Do you know she's dead? Melinda is dead!"Rosie sat collapsed on the floor, tears streaming down her face as she tried to defend herself. "I only wanted you to spend more time with me. I never meant for her to die.""You didn't?" Blake roared. "How dare you say you didn't?" He kicked her in fury, and Rosie screamed, curling up in pain."You were selfish and jealous of her! I knew she was allergic to alcohol, but I still…" Blake choked on his words, and he could no longer continue.