She Bet on My Death

Everyone burst into laughter and shook their heads.

In their eyes, this was a bet I had no chance of winning.

I could barely move, and I was carrying my son on my back. How could I possibly escape the hyenas and the young, strong survival game NPC?

But Camilla didn't care at all. She pushed her chips forward.

"One million dollars. For Jack's entertainment."

"Camilla, you're so generous! You're willing to bet a million dollars for your lover like it's nothing. Wasn't that wedding ring you gave Frank back then only worth 100 dollars? If he knew about this, he'd probably bawl his eyes out! Haha!"

Camilla lit a cigar for Jack and spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"A lover is meant to be spoiled. Frank has always been sensible and frugal. Giving him a supplementary card was enough to make him happy."

Listening to her voice, I couldn't make it match the woman in my memories. The woman who once loved me more than anything would never say all this.

We had been together for eight years. I watched her transform from a poor college student into the richest woman in Jaxonville.

When she proposed to me, she went down on one knee and held out a 100-dollar ring. Before she could even say a word, she was already crying so hard she could barely keep herself upright.

In the end, I was the one who leaned in and kissed her first. I laughed and told her I would marry her while reaching out to let her put the ring on my finger.

I thought I had the kind of love everyone envied. I never imagined she had been keeping a lover for five years.

To make sure the one-million-dollar bet was worth it, the survival game NPC covered my head with a hood. They grabbed the rope around my neck and lifted me completely off the ground. All my data was displayed to the cameras from all directions.

I hung there half-dead with my feet dangling in the air like a broken doll.

Below me was a horrifying pool of red.

The host projected the data panel onto the giant screen and let out a surprised gasp.

"Two hearts. That's incredibly rare. Two hearts beating as one. That's a perfect symbol of eternal love."

Through the hood, I saw Camilla's expression change. She loosened her arm around Jack slightly.

I thought she had recognized me. A wave of bitterness surged through my chest.

But the next second, she smiled. "I thought Frank was already rare enough. I never expected to find someone with the exact same condition."

Watching her slowly lean back into her seat, I felt completely hopeless.

With all my remaining strength, I made a hand gesture.

It was the gesture we created the first time I got lost at an amusement park. Back then, Camilla looked at me with endless tenderness.

"Frank, if you ever get lost again, just make this gesture. Even if you're wearing a costume mask in a crowd, I'll recognize you instantly!"

When I finally used that gesture for real, her eyes were filled with disgust. Without hesitation, she ordered them to break my fingers.

"That gesture belongs only to Frank! You're already in this pathetic state, and you still want to pretend to be him to seduce me!

"Put two more hyenas in there. I want him to learn his lesson!"

The hyenas sank their filthy fangs into all parts of my body. I shielded my son while screaming and rolling on the ground. Blood trailed behind us.

Camilla's best friend cheered the loudest. Her voice was full of envy.

"I'm telling you, Frank is the luckiest man alive. You've treated him so well all these years. He has to be the happiest man in Jaxonville!

"This cripple isn't nearly as lucky. He ended up with a terrible wife. He can only blame himself."