Chapter 8

Daniel looked away from Evelyn. "That's right. If Evelyn hadn't asked you out, you never would've been kidnapped. When you get down to it, this is all her fault! Since it's Evelyn's fault, she should be the one to pay for it! She's perfectly healthy. Leaving her here for one night won't kill her..."

Even though Evelyn had been bracing herself, his words still made her heart seize so hard she could barely breathe.

She hadn't taken any painkillers all day. Her lips trembled nonstop, and she couldn't even get a protest out.

So, in his eyes, this was what a healthy body looked like?

Evelyn almost laughed, but her stomach lurched so violently, it felt like it was flipping over. A sharp wave of pain ripped through her, and then a mouthful of blood surged into her throat. She doubled over and vomited a thick splash of dark red onto the ground.

Daniel and Noah froze, their eyes snapping wide in shock.

"Evelyn!"

"Mom!"

Zoe went pale, then burst into tears a second later. "Evelyn, I never thought you'd go this far just to make Daniel and Noah feel sorry for you! You'd rather bite your lip bloody? If you want to leave, you can just tell them. Why do you have to hurt yourself?"

Daniel's expression darkened in an instant, his expression twisting into open disgust. "Evelyn, how many times are you going to pull the same stunt?"

Noah scoffed. "Mom, you're really shameless!"

She'd even fake spitting blood just to be rescued first. If that wasn't shameless, then what was?

Any trace of pity they'd had for her vanished on the spot.

"Let Zoe go," Daniel said firmly. "As for Evelyn... Do whatever you want with her!"

His gaze hardened, his face set like stone. It was time to teach Evelyn a lesson and put her back in her place. Only if she dropped all this nonsense could they return to being a happy family.

Noah nodded in agreement.

As soon as the kidnappers shoved Zoe toward them, Daniel and Noah rushed to untie her.

Evelyn was shaking on her feet from the pain in her stomach, but neither of them spared her a single glance.

After they checked on Zoe, they saw that she only had a few shallow rope marks and not even a bruise. Daniel and Noah both exhaled in relief. They assumed Evelyn would be just like Zoe—barely hurt at all. They believed the kidnappers were only after money and that their hostages wouldn't get hurt.

"Evelyn, tomorrow is our wedding. I'll bring another five million in the morning to save you," Daniel said. With that, he turned to leave.

Evelyn held on to the last thin edge of consciousness. "Daniel!"

As the pain reached its limit, her body went strangely numb, like something inside her had finally switched the pain off. She forced herself to stand steady. At this last moment, there was only one question she wanted to ask.

She asked quietly, her voice rough, "If I were the one with cancer… If I were the one dying, would you regret it?"

Looking at her pale, hollowed-out face, something jabbed deep in Daniel's heart. A wave of cold fear swept over him. For the first time, he felt genuinely rattled. However, he shook it off almost immediately.

No! Impossible!

"How long are you going to keep up this act?" he snapped, irritated.

Why? Why did she keep saying things that felt like they were cutting straight into him?

Evelyn would live a long life. The three of them would live happily together as a family. That was how it was supposed to be.

Daniel said coldly, "If you insist on pretending you're sick, then I hope you get exactly what you're asking for!"

Still burning with anger, he took Zoe and walked off without a backward glance.

The next second, the kidnappers shoved Evelyn onto a bed and began tearing at her clothes.

"Zoe sure knows how to play them. Those two actually bought it," one of them sneered.

"They're idiots." The other snorted. "Daniel really left his wife behind for that scheming woman. Does he have no idea what could happen if she spends a night with the two of us?"

"Who cares? We'll just do what Zoe told us to. Cover Evelyn in hickeys and toss her into the wedding venue tomorrow!"

"Damn, this is great! We actually get to sleep with Daniel's wife!"

Evelyn's throat tightened, and she jerked her head to the side as another flood of blood spilled from her mouth. Her stomach felt like it was being sawed open. Pain clawed through her so hard that every muscle seized. Blood surged upward and even began to ooze from her nose.

The two men went white. One of them lifted a trembling finger and held it under her nose to check if she was still breathing. A second later, he fell back on his backside, his eyes full of panic.

Evelyn curled in on herself, her vision flickering between black and white as a low buzzing filled her ears.

The same sentence kept replaying over and over in her mind.

"If you insist on pretending you're sick, then I hope you get exactly what you're asking for!"

Tears slid from the corners of her eyes as a broken laugh slipped out. He wanted her to get exactly what she was asking for?

Then, she wished them the same. Let them all get exactly what they were asking for!

Daniel wouldn't have to see her again. Tomorrow, at the wedding, he could stand there with a smile on his face and marry the woman he truly loved.