75. Come Back To Me (3)

Somun held his stomach as he tried to stop laughing. "Okay, okay. So what's your great plan?"

"I'll pretend to kill myself... But not pretend. Pretend, but not fake," Sharon tried to emphasize her most important point. “So, I'm going to really cut myself, but not so deep that I can't actually die.” she automatically demonstrated the motion of slicing her wrist with the knife she was holding. "That's why I need you here. You're in charge of taking me straight to the hospital as soon as I cut myself so that I can get medical attention quickly. After that, you also have to tell Josh that I'm in serious condition. Since he won't pick up my calls at all, you'll have to send word through his office phone. How?" Sharon's eyes looked serious as she explained her plan.

Somun, however, went from underestimating it to thinking it was total nonsense. Because there was also a hint of worry that suddenly came to him.

"Crazy! The risk is too great. What if you really die before reaching the hospital? Do you even know what the limits of lethal and non-lethal are? If anything happens to you, and I'm the only one here, I could be the one accused of killing you! No, no. I don't want to get involved!" Somun shook his head firmly.

Sharon snapped at him. "I don't accept rejection! I'm only going to slice my veins shallowly! Just enough so that a little blood can come out. I won't die as long as my veins aren't cut deeply. I've searched for the information. So, just relax."

“Then what's my alibi?” Somun was still trying to resist. "Why am I here right when you killed yourself? What did I come here for again? Blablabla."

“Because I begged you,” Sharon replied casually. "I've thought about it too. Take it easy. Josh isn't picking up my calls. I don't have anyone to call. And there's only you as my old friend—who feels sorry for me because I called while crying my eyes out, and then you freaked out because I mentioned committing suicide because I couldn't stand Josh misunderstanding about the two of us yesterday. Easy, right?"

Somun snorted with laughter. He was amazed at this girl's manipulation skills.

"But this is really... risky. I'm just worried if you will actually kill yourself."

Sharon let out a long breath. Tired of Somun who seemed difficult to convince. "I don't want to die this soon either. I still haven't had a chance to travel around the world. I postponed a lot of my vacation plans because of that damn girl marrying my Josh. So I understand very well that I must be very careful when I do it. And you… have nothing to lose for helping me."

Somun was still silent and thinking.

"This all happened because of you, too. If you hadn't kissed me yesterday, I wouldn't have fallen into your trap!"

Somun widened his eyes, "You teased me first, damn it! You told me your boyfriend wasn't coming so you felt abandoned, very lonely, in need of warmth, and so on—argh!" Somun grabbed his short hair again in frustration. "He didn't see me touching you yesterday anyway! I was already away from you when he came in! I think he's just a little upset. Just seduce him a little and I think you both will be fine again. You don't have to be desperate and do that crazy, super risky plan!"

“No,” Sharon said with a very serious expression. "I could tell by the look in his eyes yesterday. He wasn't just upset. He was skeptical of my explanation. He was suspicious of both of us. With me in such a messy condition—it's only natural that he'd think the wrong thing." Sharon took a breath and exhaled with determination. "I don't want Josh to have the slightest doubt about me. I can't let him let me go that easily. I have to strengthen our relationship again. And the only way is to make him afraid of losing me."

This time Somun could only stare at Sharon in silence. He had no other reason that could change the girl's will.

“I'll give you fifty thousand dollars as payment.”

Somun was getting interested. He hadn't even thought of talking about payment yet, as he was already preoccupied with the complicated thoughts of the girl's crazy idea.

His grin widened, “Really?”

"If you manage to get me to the hospital, and make sure they keep me alive. You'll get the money after that."

Somun immediately pushed his body up and stood at a height to Sharon. "Deal. Let's do it."

Sharon then explained again in detail the scenario they were going to carry out.

“Do you remember the steps?” Sharon asked.

Somun shrugged his shoulders. "You cut your hand. I’ll help you drip blood on the floor. Getting you to the hospital at lightning speed. Called Josh's office in a panic. Done."

“What if he asks: why did you call my office instead of my cell phone?” Sharon made sure Somun knew every loophole that Josh might question.

"Because I remembered that Sharon said she couldn't reach you at all because you were angry. That's why I was looking for the fastest way to tell you."

“Then where did you get my office phone number?” Sharon lowered her voice as if she was playing Josh.

"You're the CEO of a travel company. Your office phone number is on the internet."

Sharon nodded in satisfaction at Somun's cleverness.

“Okay. Get ready.”

“You are the one that should be prepared,” Somun turned serious because he was still worried.

Sharon did not respond. She just stared at the sharp blade while trying to guess how deep she would have to slice into her wrist. Enough blood to convince Josh that she was really trying to end her life, but not so deep that she would lose her life in vain.

“You need to take me out right away, okay?” Sharon glanced at Somun. She warned him about the importance of speed to avoid death.

Sharon swallowed hard. 

At that moment, her fear of losing Josh was far greater than her fear of the pain she was about to experience.

One hand gripped the handle of the knife tightly. Meanwhile, her left hand, which she was about to sacrifice, was clenched tightly with tight muscles.

She mustered up the courage for quite a while. Until finally, in one determined cut, Sharon managed to make blood flow profusely from her wrist. Instantly the copious amount of blood dripped and pooled on the floor of her apartment very quickly.

“Why is there so much blood?” Sharon muttered. Her voice trembled with fear because she was shocked by her own handiwork. Both of her legs suddenly went limp as she couldn't bear the sight of that much blood.

Somun was no less panicked. He immediately caught her when he saw her legs were unsteady. Fortunately, he quickly came to his senses and carried Sharon out to the hospital as soon as possible.