Hide-and-Seek with Death
Not only did he throw out my flowers, he also destroyed the nursery I had carefully prepared—the baby clothes and toys inside were all torn, and he tore off two wheels from the stroller.
Every time he ruined something, he'd take a photo and send it to me, as if expecting me to feel heartbroken and rush back home.
But it was all useless—even if he tore the house down to rubble, I didn't give him a single response.
On the tenth day after my disappearance, a drunken Enzo seemed to come up with a new idea. He went to the bank and had all my bank cards frozen.
"Lynn, if you still want money, you'd better get back here quickly! Is this how a Luna treats her husband?"